My face and Beirut

I looked at the mirror…The Cypriot sun has done a lot of damage to my face…

I need a facial…

But my facial specialist had left the country to the States, 6 months ago…The last word she told me was: “I can’t live in an unstable country…I have a family to take care of”…

But out of despair…I picked up the phone and dialed her number in Beirut…

It was my luckiest day…She answered…

Half an hour later I was at her doorstep…kisses and hugs…

And heaven’s doors were open to me…

She was a different person…She looked in love…You could see love in her eyes…in her walk…in her sound…

She was in love with Beirut again…

For six months I have been dreaming of every inch of Lebanon, she told me…

I was dreaming of the sea..

I was dreaming of the well dressed women and men going to a coffee shop…

I was dreaming of the city that never sleeps...

I was dreaming of the Lebanese full of energy and chaos...

My place is here…I adore this place…

Welcome back to Beirut, I told her…

After two hours, my face was shining again…