An illustration of this week's love story. (Credit: Mohamad Kraytem)
In this series, "Stories of Love," men and women with direct or indirect ties to Lebanon entrust our journalist Julia Mokdad with the great love stories that have shaped their lives. Through their accounts, transcribed here, we travel across different journeys, eras, cultures and worlds — stories that, in some way, are also about all of us. Today, we relay Sophia's* story, in her own words.I grew up in Yaoundé, Cameroon, in the 1990s. Young people at that time had only one dream: somewhere else. But not just anywhere: “West Life” was in vogue. In my Walkman, on TV, everything I listened to or watched came from over there, from the West. Strangely, what I liked most were war stories. It had to be tough, with tears and blood. All that gave me a little adrenaline, and I really needed it because life at home was not very...
In this series, "Stories of Love," men and women with direct or indirect ties to Lebanon entrust our journalist Julia Mokdad with the great love stories that have shaped their lives. Through their accounts, transcribed here, we travel across different journeys, eras, cultures and worlds — stories that, in some way, are also about all of us. Today, we relay Sophia's* story, in her own words.I grew up in Yaoundé, Cameroon, in the 1990s. Young people at that time had only one dream: somewhere else. But not just anywhere: “West Life” was in vogue. In my Walkman, on TV, everything I listened to or watched came from over there, from the West. Strangely, what I liked most were war stories. It had to be tough, with tears and blood. All that gave me a little adrenaline, and I really needed it because life at home was not...
