« for they are our reflections for they are our dismay for they are what we are
the rubble left behind a war
the debris left behind a plane,
the pain left behind brown eyes and sand
i will lose you now as i did then only to find you and let you go again.
goodbye Beirut. » – Dayna Ash
It is a perpetual construction site that defines the Lebanese capital city. Its youth is being built to the rhythm of the pounding hammers. This incessant buzzing of the city cradles the everyday life of its inhabitants on Mount Lebanon, like a song.
Under the blazing sun, the workers rebuild the city. In total disorder, the skyscrapers grow like mushrooms, gradually blocking the view of the Mediterranean horizon.
The new ruins overlap the ancient ruins, forming a puzzle whose random cutting further fragments the ambi- tion of youth.
This Beirut youth is still seeking an identity, and tries to forget a past imposed to them. They set the world to rights and make up plans to escape. They wish to leave, to flee, and yet they desire to return to the land of the cedar.
Because it is the very character of the Mediterranean Sea which is a world of the in between : open and closed space, the sea represents both the limit of the urban strolling and the hope to leave towards other cities.
Behind the great veils that cover the unfinished buildings, a new city is in the making. But the disillusioned and proud Lebanese youth are already looking towards the White Sea.
Endless goodbye and perpetual return.
Poem : extract of «Lullaby» by Dayna Ash