Harout

It was the time I was invited by my friend to visit his grandfather's old and dusty house, in one of the hidden gems of Beirut people call Armenia Street. Harout is a remarkable person, a true man of honor that managed to leave me in such an awe I can still feel til the day. I would never ever forget the emotions he transferred to me, especially that second he held my hand so tight I felt my body shivering for a split-second. Such a man is never to be kept hidden in my archive. Ladies and gents, Harout.

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