“Il y a plus de deux cents bateaux dans le port qui attendent de décharger leurs marchandises et comme ils sont tout allumés, les nuits, Beyrouth a l'air de s'être déplacé, d'avoir glissé sur la mer.” WarLebanon Book:Sitt Marie Rose Source: Sitt Marie Rose
“To read a lot of trash mixing the blood of war with business’s stench. To root out any happiness. To go out, and down, and on the road. To hesitate; to go on, and ahead, and back, and up the stairs, and in one’s room. On the way, to notice that the mountain is still there. To lie and sleep, deeply, heavily. To reproduce night’s sleep. To wake up, look through the window at green water, from the Bay to the mountain, and return to one’s self. To remember that war is devastating Irak. To feel pain.” WayFeelsLooksStillsWarSelfPainRememberLyingNightWaterSleepRoomsBloodGoes OnReturnMountainRootsWindowWake UpDown AndGreenTrashStairsMixing Author:Etel Adnan
