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		<title>Damascus, February 1990</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Feb 2010 17:36:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Lisa Ohlen Harris</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Lisa Ohlen Harris provides us with a short passage that didn&#8217;t make it into her forthcoming book Through the Veil. The post first appeared on her website LisaOhlenHarris.com. We bumped suitcases up a set of stone stairs, and into the narrow pathway of the Old City. Along with the eleven other Americans in my research [...]]]></description>
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<p><strong>Lisa Ohlen Harris provides us with a short passage that didn&#8217;t make it into her forthcoming book <em>Through the Veil.</em> The post first appeared on her website <a href="http://www.lisaohlenharris.com">LisaOhlenHarris.com</a>.</strong></p>
<p>We bumped suitcases up a set of stone stairs, and into the narrow pathway of the Old City. Along with the eleven other Americans in my research group, I followed our team leader, Steve, through a maze of stone and dust, of small doorways and little children. I could not imagine finding my way in or out of these corridors every day for three months, but Steve assured us, &#8220;Everyone will know where the foreigners are living. If you get lost, just stop and ask.&#8221; Two boys playing soccer with a grubby ball stopped their game to stare at our strange procession of suitcases and foreigners. I thought I heard one of them whisper the name of our Syrian host, <em>Abu Mousa.</em></p>
<p><img class="alignright" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__rSGLlCcSYI/S1oXr5Ks2xI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Wo3oDv0Vt-Q/s320/jordan_title4.jpg" alt="" width="165" height="224" />Steve smiled in triumph as we rounded the turn leading to Abu Mousa&#8217;s doorway. One by one we passed through the front door and into a wide atrium garden, where Um Mousa had prepared a welcome feast—chicken over rice, with vegetables and pine nuts. We were jet-lagged and hungry, and the chicken was so good. We sat together and ate. A lot.</p>
<p>I remember it was cold in Syria in February in a hundreds-of-years-old stone house with no heat. I remember sneaking up to the rooftop to meet Todd after a day of ethnographic research. I remember weeping three months later when it was time to leave Damascus, the city I had learned in such a short time to love.</p>
<p>Twenty years ago. For every detail I remember there are dozens I’ve forgotten. And for every chapter in<em>Through the Veil</em> there are memories that didn’t make it into the book. In these last months before the book releases (summer 2010) I’m going to post “deleted scenes” from <em>Through the Veil.</em> By sharing these memories I hope to serve up an appetizer for the forthcoming book as well as commemorating the twenty-year anniversary of our time living in Damascus.</p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>Lisa Ohlen Harris</strong> is <em>Relief</em>&#8216;s Creative Nonfiction editor. Her Middle East memoir, <em>Through the Veil</em>, will be published by Canon Press in 2010. Lisa&#8217;s essays have appeared in journals like <em>River Teeth</em>, <em>Arts &amp; Letters</em>, and <em>The Laurel Review</em>, and have received special mention in <em>Pushcart Prize XXXIII: Best of the Small Presses</em> (2009) and in <em>Best American Spiritual Writing</em> (2008 and 2010). Lisa enjoys mentoring and editing the work of emerging writers through her <a href="http://www.lisaohlenharris.com/critique/critque.html">critique service</a>.</p>
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