
Daoud Basha — or growing up in the shadow of the Holiday Inn
It sticks up like a scarred and angry finger into the sky. It was a frightening shape always on the edge of my very limited world when I was growing up. But strangely enough, it was also protective in a way. It provided a kind of shelter for us in our sixth floor apartment from the rockets and shells and tracer fire coming towards us from East Beirut during the war. So, I owe the Holiday Inn at least a […]
Categories: Lebanese recipes, memory and culture • Tags: Beirut, Holiday Inn