Beirut can be likened to a complex recipe of strong clashing flavours that are difficult
to combine in the same dish but that ultimately need to blend in the mouth. Eighteen
communities, eighteen religions and eighteen private laws constitute the city’s social
fabric, and these elements are both our richness and the source of our problems. Today once
again the balance wavers dangerously and the flavours are too strong to mix in the same
dish. The footprints of history have been erased and now it’s impossible to concoct the old
recipe for the future.
Beirut is a highly cultural city of underground movements. Historically the city has been a haven for many people across the Middle East. You would not have found the same freedom you did here anywhere else in the region. But now nothing is left of that freedom, just a longing for it. In a few years we have lost the thrill of the cultural effervescence of the last century. Today you can only smell the acrid stench of a political plan to wipe out the true essence of this city. The local authorities are demolishing old buildings and coffee houses to build tower blocks, shopping malls and parking spaces. Beirut is losing its multicultural tradition. By demolishing our buildings they are wiping away our memory.