Claudia Zecchin

The Valley of Khalil Gibran

Pity for the nation full of belief but empty of religion Pity the nation that wears clothes it has not woven, eats bread it has not reaped and drinks wine that has
August 8, 2019

On the vastness of the Baalbek Temple

1.30 p.m., Beeka Valley ‘And now…our 2017 Reserve du Couvent red!’. One after the other, we had tasted the signature bottles of the iconic Chateau Ksara: in addition to the red wine,
August 7, 2019

Heading south, to Tyre and Sidon

ore 12.30, Cafè Cortado – Gemmayzeh 12.30 p.m., Café Cortado – Gemmayzeh I was reading the pages of L’Orient-le Jour, convinced I was brushing up on my already largely forgettable French. I
August 6, 2019

Beirut across the Green Line

“Manouche?!” “How don’t you know it? It is a religion here in Lebanon.” That’s how the bartender exclaimed at Café Em Nazih within our Saifi hostel. “Manouche, and Fairouz in the morning”.
August 4, 2019

Dreaming Beirut

“By the way, my name is Hassan”. I wanted to land sitting by the window, as I hope to do every time I reach a new destination. So I had disturbed my
August 3, 2019

In the holy oblivion of David Gareja

Every day at 11 o’clock, the only private company that takes visitors to David Gareja, the ‘Gareji Line’, leaves from Freedom Square. I had spotted the vehicle through forums on Facebook and
July 8, 2018

Tbilisi escape

We were looking for someone, Elena and I, that morning as soon as we got off in the chaotic Tbilisi train station. Suddenly Levani appeared. His surname ended in ‘-shvili’, and he
June 9, 2018
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