-"Sawreena, sawreena!" The boys run toward me with enthusiasm, eager to show off something they’re proud of. They dive off the rocks and into the sea, glancing back to ensure I’m ready to capture them on camera. 

I’m in Dalieh near the Raouché rocks. It's a slow and lazy July afternoon. The air is thick and heavy with humidity; my hair is salty from the sea breeze. 

I feel safe here. - Text excerpt from Beirut, a memory by Tanya Traboulsi