Bread and circuses.
March 26th 2007 I’ve been spending quite a bit of time in the hotel lobby, with its fiercely lacquered armchairs and cheap plastic chandelier. Staking out a rickety seat in the corner, surfing a weak WiFi signal that must be beaming in from Hamzeh’s Plastic Shoe Emporium, I’m finally laying the groundwork for the months ahead. I’ve booked my flight to Beirut and reserved what is, at six US bucks, bound t
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