War destroys everything, Awad says: your family, your friends, the place where you lived, your work, your life. When you become foreign, Awad says, you don’t have a choice. You don’t know where to go. You don’t know anything. I can’t see myself anymore, can’t see the child I used to be. I don’t have a picture of myself anymore. My father is dead, he says. And me — I don’t know who I am anymore. Becoming foreign. To yourself and others. So that’s what a transition looks like. What’s the sense of all of this? he asks, looking back at Richard again.
