NuNs with GuNs

I love Lebanon..
It's stronger than me.. maybe it is just because I come from South of Italy where my hometown reminds the city Beirut. I have always been told that.
But I think Beirut is much more beautiful and alive and people are much more open minded than in my hometown.
We do not have a gay bar in my hometown. But in Beirut it is not like that.

I suffer for this people they look likesome kind of relatives, since the south italian blood it is visibly mixed with middle east's one.

And I can be easily confused with a Lebanese girl. I guess.
And if it happens like the artist who did the paint above. In pink.
Zena...
http://www.ziggydoodle.com/page1.html

I am so sad for the people there, for the people I feel as relatives, as cousins, as people I know well, this war really touches me like if I was direcly involved.
War touches me in general, but in this case is stronger than ever.. and I can' t understand it.
I feel love for Lebanon.
I do.

and the storie of the emptied supermarket and the dairies missing and the uncollected garbage..
how do you not want to know ??

LIST Of WOMEN BLOGS in LEBANON

http://beirutupdate.blogspot.com/

http://frombeirutwithlove.blogspot.com/

http://raytch.livejournal.com/

COLLECTIVE

http://lebanonheartblogs.blogspot.com/


May real love substitute religious war. There is no god where there is no love