Illustration by Jaimee Lee Haddad
My balcony looks north, away from the bombings. But my ears are trained south. I usually stop listening to music when the sun starts to go down because that’s when — we joke — “their shift starts.”I’m lucky that it’s just the sounds. I suffer from...
My balcony looks north, away from the bombings. But my ears are trained south. I usually stop listening to music when the sun starts to go down because that’s when — we joke — “their shift starts.”I’m lucky that it’s just the sounds. I suffer from...