There are things those of us who have lived in Beirut can take for somewhat inevitable—electricity will go out when it feels like it, war is always a believable possibility, ignoring fashion is more sinful than religious differences, and as many people are trying to leave as are trying to come back.
In Beirut last week, I was reminded that defining life is happening at every corner, from running into an enfolding pro Assad demonstration, to a flash mob erupting at a staid academic conference on media freedoms, to people gathering at various hip cafes (even ones that have managed to survive more than 50 years are still hip) in search of an Internet connection that could remotely keep up with the speed of their lives, to a young, handsome waiter at a beachside restaurant earnestly telling you he is pinning his hopes on marrying a woman in the Gulf, where jobs are plentiful.
During this new wave of Arab revolutions, Beirutis continue to express themselves everywhere in every mode, some modes good, some not so good.
But on the street, Beirut’s walls allow for some of life’s better advice.
Alia Yunis 
Beirut is a beautiful city, I feel so sad when i hear about the bad situation in there. They don’t deserve to life like that, I think the government should try to improve their resident life stander. By doing this the country will improve also.
Also, it’s really sad to hear such thing from young man, he know that he wouldn’t be living happy and comfortable as he dream in his country. Who is the guilty behind this? Who is behind killing the young generation hope and dreams of having great life in their country?
And the writing on the wall, they do it because they try to express themselves and deliver their idea and voice. The lack of technology and concern lead to this act “writing on the wall”. They may have hope and believe that someone going to hear them and try to provide to them their right as resident of Beirut.
Thank you for delivering for us this pictures and message from Beirut.
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