It’s summer time in Beirut, a time for dancing and singing.
12th of July 2006, « It’s coming back »; It pulls you back into the past, kills the illusion of a possible peace; It revives the painful memories that were finally asleep; It forbids innocence as if under a doomed cycle of death; It becomes the present all over again…
Summer 2006: War is back in Lebanon. It comes one more time to bleed it, to hit it as if in punishment for having dared to live. Under the tears of the sun, Beirut cries for its houses and homes, its bridges, its children are images of desolation. The enemy is back; it has the same face as before and throws on the blackened shore those who came back for summer.
Those who stayed in Montreal, those who went for the summer testify and tell how they lived these events; how they went through not knowing if their loved ones would still be alive the next day. |
