Lebanon and 'a country riddled with bullets.
punching walls and billboards, are imprinted in the cement of the buildings destroyed in the collective memory of a nation divided.
The bullets of Lebanon through the present, past and future, and the holes are leaving windows open to the and that 'state, so as to anything that might still be.
Beirut 'a city' under construction, a Sim City-style site where he pretends to European and Middle East the place in which we build becomes less important than what is being built.
roaring sports cars whizzing along the seafront Corniche, girls wrapped in tight colorful sheath dresses show off latest model mobile phones and nail enamel, fluorescent stickers hail the different identities' religion of the country appear a bit 'on each polished surface of the city', image in a war without winners involving Hezbollah leader, political Maronites, Druze militant and even Jesus'.
This thin strip of land between Syria and Israel, only growing segment of the Middle East not to have a climate and a desert landscape, has more 'souls of those who would like, do not end up owning nothing. It 'a country of verbs in the future, groups divided according to religious minorities who consider each other, whose only non-identity' shared 'the two being not like the others Arabs but not enough Europe.
E 'applied to a chaotic Middle East Western symbols, a confusing mix without acquiring the antique charm of the unknown world.
In a building under construction and another, I get close to a skeleton of high concrete two hundred meters, which makes no secret of being the scene of several hunts sniper: the shells studded with irregular constellation of holes, sometimes joined together by surface cracks.
approaches the eye wall, and look into our present, past and future.
In the first there 'even Syria, which surprises us in growing the monastery of Mar Musa and multi-faith' unfortunately proved to be a place of spirituality 'very "marketable" for tourism, but the impressive norias Hama ( wooden wheels on the Orontes River up to twenty meters high that trigger mechanisms for the collection of water on ancient aqueducts external) as well as the indestructible walls of Krak des Chevaliers (simply Crusader Castle for excellence, preserved as if it had never been abandoned and perched on a picturesque hillside isolated) have largely kept their promises.
as they have proved unforgettable Roman ruins of Apamea alone (a city 'and the thistle which' remained almost entirely built by creating an avenue of columns in the middle of un'altopiano windswept), and the Bride of the Desert , Palmyra. This deserves its fame, presenting a stunning monumental ensemble to better appreciate the hill above it, and where the Arabs built a defensive fort, right in the Syrian desert.
From Aleppo, with its impressive citadel which stands in the middle raised the suq aromas peculiar (the typical product of the city 'and' the soap with olive oil, which permeates the entire market of her fragrances), we then moved to Beirut, where I live for the past four days.
in Lebanon have paid tribute to Khalil Gibran, visited the grave in the beautiful valley of Kadisha (Maronite stronghold at the time of civil war) and we caught his breath through the picturesque streets in colored stone of the port of Byblos (one of the city 'more' of the ancient world, where the Phoenicians invented the alphabet). The next day they spend in the massive columns of the immense Phoenician temple of Baal at Baalbek (Shiite stronghold in the days of the civil war), and probably focusing a quick visit to the city 'of Tyre (UNIFIL is still protected), not forgetting the bubbly nightlife of Beirut.
The future is about to return home, collection of images and transforming them into beautiful memories. It also speaks of an internship that does not know yet where he will 'place, but certainly in its defined land' account of the thousand doubts that a trip in the Middle East generates nomadic careful.
's time to go, the eye deviates from the hole in the wall. Past, present and future are mixed together for a few moments my thoughts, before resuming their rightful place.
As Kafka argued, the future is imagined leaving him sleep as long as does not reach its time: if you wake up too early, you get a present sleepy.
Big hugs medioccidentale
Tommy and Vanni
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