In the early pages of his gorgeous novel "Sepharad", Antonio Munoz Molina writes: "Only those of us who have left know what the city used to be like and are aware of how much it has changed; it's the people who stayed who can't remember, who seeing it day after day have been losing that memory, allowing it to be distorted, although they think they're the ones who remained faithful, and that we, in a sense, are deserters."
Certainly a beautiful sentence, and a lovely sentiment, but I respectfully yet strenuously disagree. There may be much I can't remember, and my memory may have become distorted along the way, but Beirut and how she was, how she has changed through the years - her, I never forgot, and I have never left her.