After attending the "Healing Wounds of History" conference (11-13 Nov 2011) in LAU campus Byblos, organized by LAU and The Center for Lebanese Studies, and after I discovered the importance of communicating and sharing our deep trans-generational wounds if we want to learn something from the past, I decided to start blogging my own memories of the Lebanese war like many people who attended this transforming conference, trying to heal the wounds I thought are way behind...
Chapter one
1975- I was four years old. My mom had a snack restaurant near the military barrack of Sarba, Keserwan province. I have the nicest memories at the back of the snack, and in the main hall. Still remember the Jukebox, and the wonderful music it had on the LPs inside.
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The NAY group from Healing Wounds of History November 2011 conference-LAU |
Chapter one
1975- I was four years old. My mom had a snack restaurant near the military barrack of Sarba, Keserwan province. I have the nicest memories at the back of the snack, and in the main hall. Still remember the Jukebox, and the wonderful music it had on the LPs inside.