This morning, I went out of my house begging for a word. I left no one on the road without examining them carefully. Apart from the few hasty greetings, I can say that those I saw were mostly inclined to silence. I am not saying that we have become strangers in our country, but rather that we are waiting for the hour of relief. This is us in Lebanon, we live with a problem the causes of which everyone is blaming the others for, and we inherited waiting for a breakthrough that I hope our grandchildren will find! Among the exceptions I saw were some youngsters lying in their complete filthiness near bins of rubbish as if they were in a park shaded by pine trees in Beirut or in Rome! They were engrossed in whispers and laughter. I did not hear a word they said, but I was pleased with their faces. The sweetest word today is those who insist on bathing in joy!
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