Cute anecdote The Beirut taxi driver, a bronzed, seventysomething old timer, face deeply etched with the wrinkles of war, squeezes my hand as we pull up outside Lebanon’s only non-military airport, saying, “Merci d’être venu au Liban et reviens vite” (thanks for coming to Lebanon and come back quickly) On the short fifteen-minute drive along the sun-kissed coast we have talked about the many changes...
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