Stories and News No. 1086 It was 1985 . In Beirut, between war and war. On a civil and uncivilized, tolerated and intolerable, far and more than ever closer one. Because that’s what men against men brings. It confuses the opposites, in the violent mixture of hatred and blood. On the background, you can see Samar , inside the veracity of black and white, contrasts of the past and, despite the illusion of colour, also today. With the woman, there was a girl child. With her, a glance full of dignity and pride, despite the wounds. With both, the still warm shadows of the massacre. Despite the left leg prematurely erased by the worst editor in the world, that is, the dull war, yet, still it, always it. On the other side of the lens, there was Maher . A thief of images, but a good one. An atypical version of Robin Hood , which steals memory where all want to disintegrate it, and then he gives it to posterity. So that they see the day after what has passed in vain under t...
by Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher