Walking home at 4 am the other day, I found 2 seconds of complete silence in Beirut. 2 seconds during which I could hear myself breathe, 2 seconds in which I could hear my footsteps.
It's eerie to be in the middle of all these buildings, lights, and people, and not hear a voice. The silence was beautiful, but I was too freaked out to enjoy it.
This surreal moment was abruptly interrupted by the very real and loud sounds of cats fucking, and Beirut was Beirut again.