Worldcrunch
A personal reflection from Beirut capturing the quiet heartbreak of watching loved ones emigrate in search of stability and dignity. As friends and family disappear into the distance, what remains is a world shaped by absence, memory, and the lingering question: should I go too?
MOSCOW – Honestly? Stanislav opens his eyes wide. “I swear!” he exclaims, “I gave him water, a glass of water to be precise. He often passes by to go to the smoking area by gate 31.” That is where the flights for Italy depart. We station ourselves by the smoking area for almost an hour, […]