When the Ottoman Empire began recruiting young men to fight in World War I, my grandfather, along with thousands of other Syrian and Lebanese Arabs, packed up and left for South America. After 15 years of peddling fabric across Argentina and Brazil, he moved back to Damascus and started his textile business, which stands in …
Making Decisions: Why I’m Leaving the Bay
I was going to go back to Madrid. When I came back from Spain last July, I gave myself a year to get my shit together. In one year, I would either get a job that made enough to allow me to move out of my parents' house, or go back to school, or something. …
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