Over the last four weeks I have crisscrossed what feels like the whole of Libya, but in reality is probably only half of it.
The one constant in every town I have visited is the sometimes extraordinary, sometimes awful graffiti that covers every white wall.
After the fighting (and probably during it knowing the fearless nature of Libyans), graffiti artists took to the streets and painted.
They painted massive patriotic flags with slogans that encouraged the rebels.
They painted downright crude and wicked caricatures of the Gaddafi family and regime that compared them to, well, rats.
It's worth remembering Gaddafi called the rebels rats.
But one piece really caught my eye.
Silhouetted against the red, green and black of the Libyan flag was a scarf-wearing protester, her eyes full of the promise of revolution.