Beirut – or indeed maybe any city, anywhere – is at war with itself. Here, no conflict is ever resolved, and no wall is ever repaired. The explosions resonate better in this city full of holes. Young men who live here are caught between military service and religious affiliation. I visit some friends, gather their suicidal testaments. No one goes anywhere. I cross my city in every way possible, day and night. 16mm

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