“Dating in this godforsaken country has always been a challenge,” sighs a friend as we catch up on my balcony, staring at a nearly obscure city—the Ikea solar-powered lamps I bought last summer. offer some relief – with the humming noise of generators as the only background music. “But now it is really pure misery, almost a reflection of the situation in the country itself.”
Dating in a Collapsing Country | our wife in Beirut
