In Lebanon, a life on hold

Last Thursday early in the morning, she woke up to the sound of the school bus horn coming back to pick up children in her street. For weeks, schools had been closed because of the war, and the bus had stopped coming. Hearing it again made her smile.When she opened the living room window, a gentle wind brought the smell of jasmine and gardenias from her balcony — her two favorite flowers. She knew this mix of scents very well, but that morning, like every spring since childhood, it felt like she was discovering it for the first time. “It’s already May.” Curated stories Lebanese newspaper in Mexico, Soap Kills callback, and a city’s double life That small thought surprised her. She wondered if the past months had gone by too fast, or if they had somehow been taken away from her. She had no idea at all. She didn’t know how time is...