My prison looms ahead. The border was a warning, my interest in it beyond logic. I should have headed for home, but I wasn't that smart. Yet. But as I found out later, I am teachable. Slow to learn, but teachable.
At the rocky short by the border are these marmot-looking fuzzballs. They know nothing about national boundaries. Call them stateless, they don't care.
Israeli gunboats on patrol near the border.
A closed tunnel for a road connecting Lebanon and Israel built by the British after WW1
Looking inside the tunnel. Secret Israeli weapons storage.
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