Beirut, Lebanon, October 2019. It started with a tax on WhatsApp calls, and within hours the whole country was in the streets. For weeks, downtown Beirut, long fenced off and emptied by reconstruction, belonged to its people again. We climbed into buildings closed since the civil war, lit candles on the asphalt, danced at night under the flags and shouted, together, against sectarianism and corruption. Then came the collapse, the explosion, the wars. But for a few weeks in October, the streets belonged to everyone.
