Everybody told me that I would be killed. My sister starts to cry and put me to promise that I will call her daily. Two friends organize a farewell drink. I was going to Beirut, Lebanon. A place with concrete people walking around me, about which I can not say much. All I knew in advance was that it is a dangerous place with no clarity of what it means. Perhaps it is if you look at the customs control from both sides. After a week crossing the city in different directions, I felt it only the pressure to be an outsider. And in Beirut automatically you'll be considered precious, so from the … [Read more...] about Beirut