Another email arrived with photos of our lovely little country, in which the sender had insightfully pointed out “isn’t it interesting how we are nostalgic for Lebanon even though we’re living in it?”
How true. And what an appropriate observation to accompany the umpteenth email within the span of a few months that has been circulating with photos of Lebanon in the snow, Lebanon in the 1950s, Lebanon’s bewitching nature, Lebanon’s artisans and artists, and so on. We’re living right in the heart of the country, and we miss it. How did we become so estranged?
I’m not sure if I can, or need to, explain any of this. Think I'll just leave it here for now - the topic will no doubt come up again in other posts...
No comments:
Post a Comment