From Beirut to Geneva

Geneva was my first travel stop. At the Beirut airport, people were hugging and in tears; faces dazed and wet. I am not summing up those whom I have seen. There were also some with signs of seriousness on their faces, and some whose faces were ready to talk, while others’ were open to joy; and two people got into a quarrel that was ended with a few words by members of the security forces. My eyes were looking at everyone! I searched for my friend Abdallah Nassif, whose work is compelling him again to travel on the first day of every week. He had told me that we might meet early at the airport; but we did not. We got to the plane before it took off. We heard a man calling our names, through a loudspeaker! When we entered the plane, the faces appeared to me calm, even engaged in confidential conversations. Prayer is always beneficial. On our flight to Geneva, we encountered some turbulence. However, the journey ended safely. We stayed in the "Capital of Peace" for about an hour and a half. The faces here are different. From here, my journey began!