So, in about 36 hours, I will be landing in Beirut. City of my father's birth. A place he hasn't visited for fourty years, and that Maral and I only know of through old photos and news reports. I've been dreaming of this for about twenty years, finally seeing the place my dad grew up. And yet it still hasn't really hit me that it's happening
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