About three years ago I wrote an opinion piece in the Danish newspaper Information titled ‘I come from Copenhagen, not Denmark‘. The point I tried to make was that even though I’ve lived most of my life in Denmark and have a Danish mother, I still don’t feel Danish. But love kept me in a country that I felt was increasingly trying to push me out.
Well, the love isn’t there any more. So now it’s my chance to see if I’m more Lebanese than Danish, more Middle East than Europe, more Beirut than Copenhagen. For the next seven months I’ll be living in Beirut, trying to learn Arabic and get reacquainted with the city and country I was born in, but don’t really know.
So that’s basically what this blog is about. My journey to get to know myself. And my thoughts on everything from make up to macaroons, books to boys and identity to idols. And a whole lot of politics. After all, you can’t be Lebanese and not interested in politics. Or can you? Follow me while I find out.