MONASTERY

I decided one day to visit the mountains region of the north. My ancestors belonged to the land, and ruled over it until their seeds were swept by northern winds and planted in crowded, dusty, cities.

That evening, the villagers held a large feast. Sacrifices were made to the Gods. There were twelve herds of swine, twelve large troops of white goats and twelve flocks of sheep, all slain and devoured by man and immortals alike...

From the Diary of the Mushrool eater, Lebanon 1936