A friend had advised to have the films I had shot in Koweit processed in the new E6 lab of Sipa press in the Rue Roquepinne in Paris (1978). While I was looking at the results on one of the light table, a man leaned over my shoulder and looked at colorful slides of Bedouin’s carpets in the desert,he asked me were I had taken these pictures, and invited me in his office to talk of Lebanon that he had known when he was still a young journalist. He told me of his country (a picture of Kemal Ataturk) was on the wall behind his desk covered with magazines and newspapers.
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