The stories of women who had escaped ISIS from when I was in Istanbul were still very much on my mind as we flew into Beirut. My sense of the city was a place under siege, in spite of a vibrant café culture. At this stage the elections were still to take place and the outcome – a continuation of repression – was still a possibility rather than reality.
We arrived in Beirut late in the afternoon and walked the tiny curvy lanes and steep steps past smashed stone buildings bumping against elegant frames.… Continue Reading
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