Lebanon in a Picture

“We argued back and forth. The driver insisted that this desolate, bullet-p (Beirut, Lebanon)

“We argued back and forth. The driver insisted that this desolate, bullet-p (Beirut, Lebanon) “We argued back and forth. The driver insisted that this desolate, bullet-pocked wasteland, possibly twinned with Hell, was in fact the neighbourhood I paid him to take me to. I insisted that as I couldn’t see the sea, I wasn’t in Hamra, so we hadn’t arrived yet. The driver was no sap. Realising he had an intractable backpacker on his hands and visibly fighting his irritation, pulled over, got out and without a word, he removed my backpack from the trunk and threw it unceremoniously a couple of metres down the road.  He tapped on the window and pointed towards my backpack, which had landed in a large puddle. “Bag water,” he said, packing more contempt into two words that were not profane than seemed possible.” Walking Lebanon remembers that cold March day in 1998 when it all first began. Link to full story in bio.
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