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and then our exile

Saturday, March 05, 2005 at 7:57 a.m.

"Their talk took place over dinner in Beirut, at the height of the anti-Syrian protests. Not far away, 25,000 people were chanting for freedom, amid all the paraphernalia that we remember from the democratic revolutions that swept Europe in 1989: guttering candles; beautiful long-haired student girls with democratic logos lipsticked to their foreheads; hastily mass-produced flags; the whiff of cannabis; the strumming of guitars; the tent cities and the endless felt-tip scrawling of slogans on concrete."
--B*ris Johnson in [the Telegraph]. Hah. All hail the Johnson.

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