Flowers for Lebanon
As the sleek Middle Eastern Airways Boeing 707 jetliner, with its Cedar Tree logo emblazoned on its tail, descended through 10 thousand feet, I saw
from my window seat the city of Beirut, once the Paris of the Middle East, engulfed in pillars of black smoke. The giant bird continued to circle as it
descended, first passing over the Palestinian enclaves near Beirut airport, then the Hotel district which was now a moonscape of rubble and acrid
black smoke, and then Jouni, the resort playground across the bay from the city itself.
ouni, with its fine low rise hotels, noisy bazaars and night clubs, and its miles of pure yellow soft yielding white beaches, covered in sun beds and
umbrellas, was a two fingered gesture at the war across the bay. I always marvelled at the pure hypocrisy of a people at war a mere 15 miles across
the water, which at night and at weekends could play so hard in this haven of pure excitement.
But, I had played there too. When Beirut itself was too much for me, I played in Jouni, and while I played I listened to the boom of cannon fire and
watched the tracer light up the night sky over Beirut like the 4th of July.
Yes I had played, I had loved, and I had lost too. My mind wound back almost six months to an evening which will forever be indelible in my being.
The sun was almost over the horizon of a darkening azure sky reflecting off the clear crystal sea, which softly kissed the endless white sands.
My hands held the ice cream Leah had asked for 5 minutes before, Strawberry, one scoop.
"I have to look after my body for you." Leah had said as I walked away over the dunes to find what she desired. I turned and smiled. She was always
teasing me and I enjoyed the anticipation of knowing that soon she would yield up her virginity to me.
Now returning to her I saw her lying on her back, arms akimbo, embracing the warm touch of the suns rays on her bronzed body. As I drew closer I
noticed the beads of sweat gathering below her throat and running down between her breasts in rhyth