In the 2006 war, it was the first time I live through war circumstances or understand that there is such a thing as war to start with.

I was 9 years old meaning I didn’t know much about war.

I am from the South.

At that time we were in Beirut and we had to disperse. Of course we could not stay in the South, especially not in our village; One whose houses were bombarded and badly shelled. We were in Beirut and the first day we had to flee to a nearby shelter and the day after to another one.

The phone lines were constantly disconnecting due to the shelling.

No one knew if their houses were still intact or not or if she/he had lost anyone or not. There wasn’t really a way to know. Not many people had stayed in the village. The ones who did, ended up fleeing in the end to Beirut.

The war then ended and we have had no news about the village for the whole 30-31 days. I remember we returned to the village not knowing if our house was still in place. I remember the houses of two of my uncles were bombarded and even the house of my uncle in Beirut. Of course here was this fear of going and not finding our house.

We went and found it still standing. As we entered, the doors were all open, we thought it would be from the pressure of the rockets or the resonance of the explosions.

I am talking about 12 years ago, I was only 9, so I do not remember all the details but I remember that we found objects at home that belonged to an unknown visitor who had left his items at our home. Items like a piece of paper, a belt, and bullets in a jewelry bag.

The objects stayed at our place, we kept them. 12 years later I decided that I had to photograph these objects.

After such a long period I felt like these objects belong to a part of a story that I had undergone or to some person out there who I have no idea whether he is alive or dead. I really do not know what made me hold onto these objects. Regardless of the fact that I didn’t lose anyone close during the war, and that our house "survived", I felt like there was still some connection I had to the war, in a way that I could only decipher 12 years later.

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