From Beirut to Jerusalem
Thomas L. Friedman
1989
On the morning of June 1, 1984, I drove from Beirut to Jerusalem. The taxi came early and Mohammed and I said our goodbyes in my sandy parking lot overlooking the Mediterranean, while Eddy the landlord watched us from his balcony. I cried more than I had ever cried since I arrived in Beirut. I cried for all that Mohammed and I had been through…
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