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  • Beirut Stories – Part One

    Tiny rivulets of water coursed down the walls. It had rained the day before. And some days before then as well. It was March in Beirut after all. The season of rain. Even though it was cool outside I could feel the thick dampness around me. It sealed me in. I took a deep breath…

  • oh Beirut

    35 years ago nearly to the day. A city finding any excuse in differences to bury you. A car bomb, a bullet, a shell lobbed in a graceful arc from somewhere high in the mountains above the city, a bomb dropped with killing precision from a silver speck that flashed in the always brilliant blue…