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...year-old boy, Ahmed, a leader in a P.L.O. youth organization; a baby called Palestine who was born when her mother's stomach was slit open in a bombing raid of Beirut in the summer of 1981; and Samer, the four-year-old son of Colonel Azmi, head of the P.L.O. forces stationed around Tyre. The hope was to find these children alive after three weeks of war; if not to meet them face to face, then at least to learn of their whereabouts...
...Tyre at last, inquiries are made at Israeli headquarters whether anyone knows where Colonel Azmi's family might be. The commander suggests that the Greek bishop would have some information; it is believed that Azmi's wife and son Samer lived with the bishop for a time after the colonel was reported killed. The bishop says no; he thinks that Mrs. Azmi stayed with a Roman Catholic priest for a while. It is so. The priest says that she and Samer lived with him two weeks, but that they left two days ago to stay with friends...
...apartment house is in a shady alley. Two women come to the door and appear friendly but apprehensive. Yes, Samer and Mrs. Azmi were there in the building, but they are gone now. They have moved to a town outside the city, which they name. Later it is discovered that there is no such town...
...Israeli captain suggests the probable: "You will never find the boy. First, no one is absolutely sure that Azmi is dead. The burned body they discovered was only assumed to be his. So the woman will be waiting for him, and she will want to stay clear of strangers. Second, her husband was a well-known leader. She probably fears for her life. You would be looking for the kid forever...
There is one last place to see: the roof of the bunker where Samer and Colonel Azmi were encountered last September. At the time, this roof was a room, an office, with straw walls, a straw roof, furniture and people. Over there stood the colonel's Swedish modern desk, disproportionately large and stylish. Red fake-leather chairs were positioned with their backs to the walls on two sides of the office. On them sat a dozen of the colonel's men-his inner circle perhaps. None spoke but the colonel, though all nodded approvingly at his harangue...