1976. I’m 20 years old and hitchhiking following a girl in Lebanon. A Christian family involved in the conflict is putting me up. I find myself in the middle of a war without a clue. I meet journalists and photographers. I want to do what they do. And soon I hand in my very first report to the magazine VSD.
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