Traffic jams. Fictional and real. Even in those troubled
times, any ceasefire would drive – literally – people on a frenzy, to go out,
to explore the autobahn, to reach the seaside, to take one less capsule of
Tranxene, to breeze salty air, and buy fruits from ambulant vendors, and honk
in the Nahr el Kalb tunnel, and live – even if just a little. Even if just a
little phony.