Samah Shahadeh
I was surprised to discover there was new security in place at our house, though I had no idea why.
It was no longer those clean-shaven men with the fine suits who used to come to our house. Fawaz had become even more inscrutable than before.
They installed cement barriers several meters past the entrance gate and the fence, and the number of guards increased to six – two of them patrolled the roof, each with a weapon in hand, two of them stood at the gate, one stood guard in a position near the fence and the remaining one patrolled the garden with a rifle and a revolver dangling from his belt.
Security measures meant the presence of imminent danger.
But the greater danger was the fact that I was no longer capable of understanding what was going on.
The situation could
