Basking in the stoic beauty of a besieged city, I behold Beirut, beset for centuries by Caliphs & Crusaders, a crossroads for traders, a sublime coastline & layered state of mind where cultures combine & blend, where faiths intertwine & languages bend, out where the Mediterranean ultimately ends... Amidst crescents & crosses, I placate my bosses by typing their screeds, catering to my company's every need, while staring west past the waters as the sunset recedes...
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
An Englishman, An Irishman, & A Scotsman...
A Serb, a Slav, a Pole, an Aussie, a pair of Italians, some Americans, a Norwegian, and a few Arabs are walking down the street...
This sounds like the beginning of a great joke, but apparently I lack the comedic genius to write a punch line for this premise. But this is the group I'm walking down the street with in Beirut. A motley crew, to be sure...
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