Twist the doorknob to the apartment, walk inside, and it’s, “I’m holding a doctor’s letter saying my daughter wants a sex change operation into a man. That true?”
Brooklyn – Beirut is a reflection on leaving Beirut, the city and the state of mind, which is trapped somewhere between the Mediterranean and several nations set ablaze.
The labels that are imposed upon us often serve those in power by reducing us, flattening the complexities of life. But the labels we choose for ourselves liberate us.