In Beirut, we read all these stories, while having a cup of coffee in a trendy café or tanning under the warm autumn
sun in one of Beirut’s beach clubs. For three months now, I have called this
city my home, after moving here from Switzerland, where all news of war and crisis
seemed so far away. By the time I arrived in Lebanon, Kofi Annan had ended his diplomatic mission in Syria, and the signs of civil war began spreading over the border into Lebanon. Ever since, I have tread a thin line between buying furniture to get settled into my new apartment and leaving a suitcase packed for leaving on a moment's notice, just in case.
