The Alawites of Syria, Caught in the Death Corridor
Nidal Ayoub, 11/03 15:00 - Reading : 5 minute(s)
Finally, my phone rings. From the depths of the device come harsh, lifeless words—like the bodies piled in the morgues of Jableh, choking the air on the roads of Latakia, or swallowed by yawning pits. Barely are these words spoken, barely written, when a distant, frantic finger on the other end of the line, in Syria, erases them. I ...