Beirut.

Driving through downtown Beirut I saw buildings with pockmarks on the
wall.
At the time I thought it was because the buildings were old, but it
is because the the bullet marks were not repaired from whenever the
last conflict took place.

I really wish that I could live on lebanon. Like. Seriously that
place has it going on. I wonder what India will be like. I know that
it is a different kind of experience.

Here is to you Lebanon. I love you.

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