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Such devastation is difficult for most Americans to grasp. The closest our soil has come to this was 9/11, Oklahoma bombing, and our own hurricanes and earthquakes. Lebanon used to be the Riviera of the Middle East.

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Yes, so I've heard about the Riviera days. I agree -- the closest was 9/11, and then before that you have to go to 1814 when the British burned down Washington to find the last attack on the U.S. (Hawaii wasn't a U.S. state when Japan attacked Pearl Harbor). We really have no idea. We're always the ones sending the bombs or funding them

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It’s so weird to live in the Evil Empire. We were always told we are the good guys, and as children, we believed.

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Every nation with its myths...

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I still kick myself for missing out on a trip to Lebanon in 1999. I was a stock controller for 2 years, mostly in South Africa, but with nearby Lesotho, Swaziland and Namibia in the mix. In the company's declining era, they suddenly told me I was going to be sent to check on their other international branches. I got to go to Uganda, Egypt and Kenya, with an unexpected landing in Sudan (though I never left the airport). And then they told me they'd contracted a guy to do Nigeria, Zimbabwe and Lebanon. I felt betrayed that an outsider was stealing the trip I most wanted. Nevertheless, I had interesting experiences on my legs.

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Perks of being a stock controller! (I had to look up what that was, btw) I’m reading Ryszard Kapuscinski’s The Shadow of the Sun right now. That guy sure has had some interesting legs in Africa too. If you have t read it, I think you’d like it

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I added to my long list last time you recommended it to me - he he. Guess you're reading it slow. When I look at my list, and the first audiobook is 23hrs, I wonder what date I'll die.

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That’s right, I did! It’s what I read in bed before falling asleep. Less an indication of how engaging the book is than how sleep deprived I am…

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I love that ending, “There was nothing to do but go on living.” That seems to be the song of the Lebanese people. I have never been to Lebanon, but my father is from there.

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