美国国家公共电台 NPR Living Among the Ruins In Aleppo, A Man Keeps Playing His Songs

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SCOTT SIMON, HOST:

There's a photograph that's been seen around the world this week. It seems to hold both civilization and destruction in the same frame. The photo shows a white-haired man sitting on a bed in the midst of rubble¹. He sits in front of broad windows which have been shattered and gauzy white curtains which flap like wounded, white birds. There are deep gouges² in the walls. The man wears - can it be? - house slippers³ as he sits in the litter of debris⁴ and smokes - can this be? - a pipe. You see the ruins of what must have once been a splendid city apartment. White wicker furniture has been splintered and scorched⁵. White walls have been blasted into rubbish and dust. There is an old crank-up gramophone at the edge of the bed. There is a record on the turntable, and the needle is down. The man holds his pipe in contemplation.

A great photograph invites our minds inside the frame. This photograph might make you wonder - what is that man listening to? What does he think? Who does he miss?

The photograph was taken by Joseph Eid, an AFP photojournalist from Lebanon who's covered the war in Syria. He's photographed that man before. He is Mohammed Anis, who refused to leave Aleppo as government forces surrounded and besieged⁶ the city with bombs, mortar⁷, fire and starvation. Mohammed Anis has a collection of old vintage, American cars. He says he admires their durability⁸ and style. He's just returned to his apartment after the last push of the Assad regime obliterated⁹ so much of the city.

Joseph Eid and a crew from AFP went to find the man they remembered as so determined¹⁰; he still is. Many of his cars have been flattened¹¹. Mohammed Anis told the photographer that he will repair them. It's my home, he says of Aleppo. He wants his children to inherit those cars for their beauty and artisanship and the city that once bristled¹² with life.

When the photographer saw the phonograph had survived, Mohammed Anis told him - I will play it for you, but first, I have to light my pipe because I never listen to music without it. And this week, the photographer wrote on the AFP blog, (reading) Anis puffed¹³ on his pipe. He seemed to be somewhere else as well. He seemed to forget that we were there. He looked out the window, and he had a look on his face of a person watching a beautiful sunset. He sat there puffing¹⁴ on his broken pipe and staring out the window as the music floated over the ruins of his house and the city outside. After six years of war, the Syrians want life. They just want to let the music play.

(SOUNDBITE OF OUM KALSOUM'S "ANTA OUMRI")