Last night, while I was watching crowds of partygoers spill from the bars, I saw some men dancing to rap on the top of their cars. Of course, no matter where we are in Lebanon, war is never far. At my table last night, the menu of conversation included the influx of refugees, claims of chemical weapons being brought to Lebanon, and one friend’s upcoming trip to Damascus this week…
Despite the spirited scene last night on the streets, I guess I did end up seeing one bomb–when I walked past a chalkboard hanging outside of popular a bar–which read: “Nuclear Bomb Shots.”