"In 1975, I lived with my family in Ashrafieh, one of Beirut’s neighborhoods and went to the Carmel Saint-Joseph School located then in Verdun, another neighborhood of Beirut. One day, the driver taking us to school, stopped at the beginning of Mathaf Street, a street that links Ashrafieh to Verdun, realizing that driving through would be suicidal. Suddenly, going to school became a crossing issue, and Beirut, a fragmented city. Years later, I was living in Boston, when images from the war in ex-Yugoslavia and especially Sarajevo started bouncing into my life through the press and Television. It strongly felt as a continuation of the same madness that had struck Lebanon." |