(Credit: Gilles Khoury)
They are five Lebanese in their thirties, bound for years by their homeland. Each carries their own baggage; each is the composite product of a certain Lebanese environment, an inheritance, a region, or a faith, but deep down, these five friends share the same story. They all carry within them something no one else can understand; the same scar, the same shared passion called Lebanon. And that is no doubt what makes their friendship so intimate and intense.Together, they tasted the days when Beirut was a celebration, when Lebanon was still a promise and a possibility. Together, for six years now, they had become used to mourning, their hearts tight, pressed close to one another, that vanished era from which they have not recovered. In unison, as if sharing the same blood, every corner of their being broke watching, powerless, as their...
They are five Lebanese in their thirties, bound for years by their homeland. Each carries their own baggage; each is the composite product of a certain Lebanese environment, an inheritance, a region, or a faith, but deep down, these five friends share the same story. They all carry within them something no one else can understand; the same scar, the same shared passion called Lebanon. And that is no doubt what makes their friendship so intimate and intense.Together, they tasted the days when Beirut was a celebration, when Lebanon was still a promise and a possibility. Together, for six years now, they had become used to mourning, their hearts tight, pressed close to one another, that vanished era from which they have not recovered. In unison, as if sharing the same blood, every corner of their being broke watching, powerless, as their...
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