“I stood here long ago… & wow time passes! It was during the civil war in Lebanon, that my dad (may his soul RIP) moved us from East to West Beirut. We crossed on our feet the critical street or two, carrying the bare necessity, and I recall holding the only doll I was able to carry. I recall we waited, hanging low, behind the cars, until permitted by the snipers to cross. Thinking about it years later, I think they were paid to allow people to cross, although there used to be a temporary cease-fire. Funny how a picture can bring back a memory. We passed to a safer area, and
rented a unit in a simple beach compound, until my father rented a bigger house, furnished it, and through a connection, he was advised to get a membership in the prestigious private beach ATCL. We used to come here, and here I stood, years back, and that is where I used to sit, as a 14-years old child, writing and drawing on the rocks I always sit on.
I wish I had a picture, this was found on google, showing the same background. Until this day, the club still does the same events, it is like a growing person, with no change other than aging!
So, looking at the first posted picture, brought back the early thoughts I had as a teenager and the memories of a child and her diary. To say no more, let me tell you, only pain gets us stronger, and only tears seal us against life’s unfairness through human cruelty!
My locked memories carry events that occasionally pop to the surface, I tell myself I am over you only because I do not recall that phase, & then, it breaks my heart.”
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