A Separate State of Mind | A Blog by Elie Fares
The total disassociation that Lebanon has isn’t just sad, it’s tragic.
It’s almost midnight. I’m getting ready to sleep in a comfortable bed, in a place I call home. The only thing troubling my ears is a song I probably shouldn’t be listening to.
A few minutes away from me, Lebanese party goers are busy pretending Thursday is the new Friday. Some students are overnighting for an exam they have in a few days. For others the night is still young and they’re out to get lucky.
And, for some people, tonight is a night where they don’t get to sleep in their beds. It’s a night where they are forced out of their homes to live on the stairs of some random building because it’s the location that shelters them the most from sniper riffles and missiles that are falling over their heads.
I don’t care if you think…
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