(2013, work in progress) « Who’s homeless now, will for long stay alone. No home will build his weary hands » (Rainer Maria Rilke) I was born to an Austrian mother and a Lebanese father in 1976 in Klagenfurt, an Austrian town surrounded by forests, mountains and a nearby lake. However, the better part of my early childhood was spent in Lebanon, my father's native land. Due to the escalating turbulence caused by the civil war taking place at that time in the region, my family decided to move back to Austria in the early 1980s.
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