How many secrets this sea holds to whisper to the ear of history, and how much Uncle Samir resembles the sea of Beirut and its alleys. He sees and knows a lot without speaking. Rather, he utters what he is capable of creativity from the first du to the last c. He carries with his worries a loudspeaker, and a microphone that may give his voice an echo heard by the rock of Raouche, and it lights up with the blessing of the sound “Beirut Lighthouse”. Uncle Samir, who faces poverty and difficult days with singing, will not get tired, as long as the sea is not scarce.
The cost of getting from his home in Barbour to the lighthouse is often not covered by the income of singing, but it does not matter, attempts are necessary in this life.
Uncle Samir deserves a better chance, a roof that resists the heat of summer and the cold of winter. He deserves a country that looks after its gray hair without sacrificing its youth. Uncle Samir is similar to his Beirut. Difficulties do not kill him, but rather revive him more.