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Lebanon, 1975, and the story of a lost generation

A few months before the start of the Civil War, a father photographs his daughter on the Raouche corniche in front of a city under construction that believes itself invincible. Half a century later, the image tells a story of a generation that has only lived momentarily respites in between repeated periods of war.

Lebanon, 1975, and the story of a lost generation

Two children on the Raouche corniche, Beirut, circa 1974. (Photo: taken from the private collection of Georges Boustany)

"At Ramlet al-Baida, one of the entry points that the Israeli army tried to force during the 1982 invasion, the eternity of the sea mocks the precariousness of the lives around it. No one knows what tomorrow will bring, except that it will always be there." These words from Soulayma Mardam Bey, written in the aftermath of the Israeli attack on the Beirut corniche, perfectly sum up everything that inspires me about this photo.March 2026. The war is back, more ferocious than ever. Our destiny, which had seemed a little kinder lately, really just took a brief rest. The normal tempo of our lives — the anxiety, the survival reflexes, and the fear of the future — has resumed its usual course. I will soon be sixty: my most modest hopes for a peaceful and prosperous existence in a stable country are behind me. Read more At Ramlet...
"At Ramlet al-Baida, one of the entry points that the Israeli army tried to force during the 1982 invasion, the eternity of the sea mocks the precariousness of the lives around it. No one knows what tomorrow will bring, except that it will always be there." These words from Soulayma Mardam Bey, written in the aftermath of the Israeli attack on the Beirut corniche, perfectly sum up everything that inspires me about this photo.March 2026. The war is back, more ferocious than ever. Our destiny, which had seemed a little kinder lately, really just took a brief rest. The normal tempo of our lives — the anxiety, the survival reflexes, and the fear of the future — has resumed its usual course. I will soon be sixty: my most modest hopes for a peaceful and prosperous existence in a stable country are behind me. Read more At...
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