Tag Archives: Beirut

“Jiran” aka Neighbours

  Beirut is a city that is hard to keep up with. It constantly morphs into something new, forever tries to rid itself of any traces of the war, conceal bullet holes and silence the voices from the past, pimps … Continue reading

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grief

we never met. still i am grieving your loss. i am in mourning even though until you left, i had no idea how blessed we were having you in our midst. the reality – certainly in beirut – is that rather … Continue reading

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Inside Time

Time makes noises. Every 60 seconds, a small buzzing sound emanates from four plastic boxes that are mounted at the four cardinal points and below four round windows inside the Abdulhamid Clocktower in Tripoli. Between cracks that looks like parched earth … Continue reading

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dry & explosive – the new year so far

I divide my time between Beirut and Bejje. The two – though a mere 50 something km away from each other – are poles apart and it does sometimes take me a day or so to adjust. The trip along … Continue reading

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Memories of a movie poster artist

Young Salvatore, aka Toto in Cinema Paradiso, would not have fallen in love with cinema and become a great filmmaker without Alfredo, the village cinema projectionist. Similarly, Yervant Hawarian may not have become a sought-after affiche (cinema poster) artist had … Continue reading

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Badguèr – a window into Burj Hammoud

Amid Burj Hammoud’s narrow alleys – lined with shops and workshops, bustling with pedestrians and children on bicycles, and strung overhead with Armenian flags, electric wires, and washing lines – Badguèr stands out like an oasis. Dating back to 1930, … Continue reading

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First Arab Spring

A long overdue post, which includes Beirut bike tales, outings to wine and hashish-lands, a Hezbollah Museum and more… Bike Tales March 17 2012 Got given a bike today. Of course, I sorely miss my Cape stallion but what bliss, … Continue reading

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