Alain's childhood is very similar to mine in Beirut. I vividly remember the painted lightbulbs in the 67 war, as well as the crowds shouting "Nasser - Nasser" and the pickup truck with fedayoun driving in the streets. As a jewish child (I was 6 at the time) living in Beirut, my interpretation of events was somewhat different from Alain's. I was very worried about showing my religion at the time, and about our house having any signs of our jewishness. We also moved to France, in 1970 though. We left along with most of the Lebanese jews around that time. We ended up in Montreal just like Alain and his family. We always maintained contacts with other Lebanese expatriates - Jews, Christians, and Moslems. I always felt the pull of the middle east growing up in Montreal, and eventually made my way back - to Israel this time - as close as I could to my roots. My kids are proud to be Jewish Lebanese Israelis with some Polish and Russian from their mother's side. I still dream of the day we'll all be able to get into our cars and drive across the Lebanese-Israeli border. Isaacd