Never Alone
Houses like stacked cubes, off-white and ochre and grey, balconies touching, whispering, roofs playing with hanging laundry, windows losing glances and promises, strangers, neighbors, brothers, kings, each remaining whole, yet all becoming one. Yes. This is Beirut. The city where I am king. The city where I'm never alone.
posted by Fouad at 11:37 PM
2 Comments:
In the UAE we are not allowed to hang our laundry on balconies. :)
In Lebanon, we are not allowed not to :)
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