Beyrouths, au pluriel
We all have a place that makes us feel all fuzzy inside. Some will find it, some will spend their life looking for it. I flew to Beirut when I was 17 to work for an Non Governmental Organisation. Even before the plane landed my whole body was tingling, I had tears running down my face and I couldn't identify if I was happy, sad or worried. When I finally could speak again I said in a whisper "I'm home!". I returned several times after that first visit as a photographer on assignments. The emotion was the same.