A Lebanese flag. (Credit: Patrick Baz/AFP)
Winter took its time this year, as though the sky wanted to let us fully enjoy this moment of carefreeness and hope — two words that had long disappeared from our universe. Who could have believed, after the past year, which marked the end of an infernal cycle of crises of questioning the very existence of our country, that the first weeks of 2025 would be so 'gentle'? Who could have believed, when Israeli planes bombed a large part of Lebanon day and night, and the war seemed endless, that a 'new era' would dawn a few months later?Let me reassure you right away: I harbor no illusions about the fragility of this moment. I don’t even dare to believe in it. And I expect nothing from it, probably out of fear of being disappointed once again. Yet, I want to live it intensely. To fully embrace it. And to do everything within...
Winter took its time this year, as though the sky wanted to let us fully enjoy this moment of carefreeness and hope — two words that had long disappeared from our universe. Who could have believed, after the past year, which marked the end of an infernal cycle of crises of questioning the very existence of our country, that the first weeks of 2025 would be so 'gentle'? Who could have believed, when Israeli planes bombed a large part of Lebanon day and night, and the war seemed endless, that a 'new era' would dawn a few months later?Let me reassure you right away: I harbor no illusions about the fragility of this moment. I don’t even dare to believe in it. And I expect nothing from it, probably out of fear of being disappointed once again. Yet, I want to live it intensely. To fully embrace it. And to do everything...