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There is a thin line between reality and dream.
The problems with trying to live in a post war city are many. Nothing works the way it should. Not even the people. We live under the threat that at any time, things could flare up again. We live under the constant humiliation of the horrible things we did to each other only a few years earlier. I remember the stories of the Holiday Inn Hotel. It is one of the highest buildings in Beirut. During the civil war, it was taken over by a militia who found it trendy to throw people off the rooftop and try and shoot them in mid air. Today we stand side by side as we wait in lines to get into nightclubs.
We dance a lot in Beirut.
Dancing, it seems, has become a form of healing. Dancing, it seems, helps us to forget why we turned against each other. As our bodies move together in small dark spaces, we begin to realize that flesh is flesh and we are all the same. As euphoria takes over, we try to forget why we used religion to kill. Why we found each other so different.
I am searching for a God that transcends boundaries. I invite you to come and dance. To forget what tears us apart and remember what brings us together. To attempt forgiveness.
Welcome. Peace Be Upon You.