It might be that warm and soothing light.
It could be the meals that we share.
Maybe it’s about childhood memories, and the quiet family house nested in the mountains.
Is it simply because it can’t be somewhere else?
How could one feel safe and relieved in the very same place that constantly shatters all dreams?
Through war and disillusion, how can Lebanon still be home?
how can it still be home?
ghaleb cabbabé 