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As the bombing in Beirut's southern suburbs intensified, passage through them became an unsettling experiment in sensory deprivation. Amid the dust and emptiness, any errant sounds travelled a great distance, and were distorted by the surrounding canyons of concrete and stone. The experience was not helped by knowing that if one heard the most dreaded sound – the shrill distant whistle of a returning Israeli F-16 – it meant the warplane had already passed overhead, its bombs were already on their way down.
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