'I was raped by Assad's thugs – but I'm no longer afraid to show my face'
René says he is now happy to be photographed "because the republic of fear is gone"/ It belonged to his grandmother. Something solid. A thing to hold in his hands, and run his fingers across, and trace the path of memory. A small thing of beauty, inlaid with a delicate mosaic. René opens the music box, and a tinkling music begins to play, the same song heard long ago in his Damascus sitting room. Everything about this young man suggests gentleness. René Shevan is short in height, slender and speaks softly. All week his emotions have gone ...
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