It began at the turn into Kibbutz Ein Gev, on the eastern shore of Lake Kinneret. His pulse was racing. His heart was thumping. Sweat was dripping into his eyes. And suddenly – snap – he was back in Lebanon. He knew, logically, that the Kinneret was in front of him and it was 2012, but he couldn’t register it. He saw, clearly, the crowds cheering him and the other marathon...