Today in Beirut (Photo: Emily O'Dell)
After buying groceries this afternoon in Beirut in the wake of today’s suicide bombing, I hopped in a taxi with all my grocery bags to get myself and my goodies quickly back home. When we turned a corner and ended up in an endless traffic jam, my taxi driver started to strike up a conversation–only, it was more like a monologue. “We are tired. We are tired. No joke. What can we do? I think it is better to leave Lebanon,” he said. As he continued his lament, and shared with me his dream of moving to America, I looked out the window, and saw the graffiti above…
