Beirut, waiting for children

Beirut, early Spring, before Israel's latest bombardments. This suffering city, destroyed, rebuilt, destroyed and rebuilt again.

But yet we know nothing about the war to come. The April sun is kindly ligthning the playground, and the disney inspired figures, in boats and cars and with funny lamps on their heads, look welcoming and full of expectation. Still the boats and cars and wagons stand quiet, but soon the kids arrive, laughters, joy and sparkling life. Before the bombs. And after the bombs. That keeps hope alive.