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Sometimes the bombs fell all at once – a deep thundering rumble that built on itself for a few seconds, before giving way to a gaping silence – but at other times, they were spaced out: one, then another two minutes later, maybe a third five minutes after that. The effect was to induce a kind of dreadful energy among the searchers who descended on the ruins, for they could never be certain they had arrived at the destruction's aftermath or merely its intermission. Two days before the end of the war, Israeli bombs collapsed a residential high-rise building in Dakhia, a Hezbollah-stronghold neighborhood in southern Beirut. As would-be rescuers picked their way over the enormous mound of rubble, word suddenly spread that the Israeli warplanes were returning, triggering an urgent dash to safety.
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