Welcome to Arsal.  This is in a very different part of the Bekaa from where I used to go as a child.  There are none of the lush orchards or fields of wheat here.  Nothing to wax lyrical about.  Its desolate rocky landscape rises a little above the Bekaa just after Baalbek. I have no memories of this or other such places where people live harsh, uncompromising lives far from the glamour of Beirut. A young artist in Achrafieh, one […]

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