Four returns and a farewell

by thelifesavour

As I may have said before, in Beirut, you sometimes feel like you’re on a big wheel; a constant fairground ride of ups and downs,  hopes and fears, welcomes and farewells. There is lingering sense of déjà vu, or ‘here we go again’.

Last week, I felt it especially, but didn’t have a chance to write about any of it, except the farewell. So I’ll catch up now and record the four ‘returns’ one by one.