Arriving in Beirut yesterday felt a little bit like arriving in a time machine. As I turned on my phone, I found a text message from my friend Rosie who told me not to wear my kaffiyeh, which, of course, I wasn’t. When I found her in the ariport terminal I discovered that earlier yesterday two Lebanese policemen were shot by Palestinian (PFLP) men. Rosie commented that it made it feel a bit like the beginning of the Civil War and I couldn’t stop thinking about it all night. I heard a couple of sounds from a friend’s balcony while eating dinner; I thought they were gun shots, but they could have been fireworks given that it was the night before Eid Adha. In any case, I am worried about the situation here. There are far more police and soldiers on the streets than there were back in October or September when I was last here. The mood is decidedly different.