Noise, fury, and emptiness
Port-au-Prince is holding its breath. The crackle of automatic weapons—now the macabre soundtrack of daily life—has changed tone. It is no longer only the sound of criminal aggression; it is now also the sound of the state’s response. Armored vehicles are storming Bel-Air. Official statements speak of reconquest, liberated territories, and the return of order.
Yet for the analyst who refuses to give in to the emotion of the moment, the picture is infinitely mor
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