| it
is easy for me to walk about any city but not about Beirut the city of my birth |
I
turned to my own photographs in my own archive keyword Beirut and found the pictures I last took there in the coolness of 2003 |
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| for
many years I wanted to distance Beirut and Lebanon from my being |
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they
are beautiful but uneasy the mood was calm but uncertain optimism was cautious |
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| I
wanted to be free of nationality of religion of any label |
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structures
in conflict old, new, falling, building, rebuilding the city was vital but ominous |
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| I
thought I succeeded but in the heat of 2006 another war revealed the fragility of peace the frailness of my realization and the chain of bond |
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belligerent
jets breaking sound threatening danger I strolled by day I prowled by night |
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| Beirut
and the Lebanon came back to possess me my emotions were torn I suffered |
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not
afraid of what Beirut is but of what it can be a city uneasy about itself |
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| I
sought relief I scoured the web for news for pictures for images |
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| I
found them and they took me down |
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