Eddie has been kidnapped in Lebanon and is sharing a bare, filthy cellĀ  with Adam and Michael. The three men are chained to the wall. To keep boredom, despair and terror at bay, they talk to each other about anything and everything. Here, Eddie ruminates on how his restless personality has landed him here…

There’s some that cannot stay at home, and our Eddie, he is one of them. My father’s words, proved right, proved right. Time and time again. He has to be the big man, this boy, never getting stale, never being safe. And look where he’s landed today. Far across the sea. Not in Amerikay nor even in Australia, but in the land of fucking Lebanon. Jesus, could I have found it on the map before I came here? I leave one kip at home to come to this kip here – oh Christ, look at this place. The dirt of it. Chained to a wall. No women. Food’s fit for pigs. You don’t know if it’s morning or night. You don’t know who belonging to you is alive or dead. You can’t even go to the shithouse without one of them handcuffed to you, watching your very bowels move. The heat, the dust, the smell. It’s a bad hole. But I will say one thing. It’s better than being in Strabane. […]
If you ever want proof there’s no God, go to Strabane. Hell on a stick, sweet Strabane. It’s not as bad as Omagh. Omagh, Omagh, God protect us all from Omagh. Omagh has a cathedral and a hospital in it. The hospital is slightly more reminiscent of Chartres. I screwed this woman in Omagh one night. When I looked at her in the sober light of morning, I thought she was a man.