Beyrouth(s), 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 found mine it the most unusual place and the most peculiar way.
I flew to Beirut when I was 17 to work for a 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!". There I found love, the deepest I had ever felt, and pain, the cruelest I had ever suffered. I felt joy and sadness and found the true meaning of empathy.
Since, I returned several times as a photographer on assignments.The emotions remained the same.