Across the wide Beqaa valley, dotted with shiite and christian villages, lies the sunni hamlet of Arsaal, tucked away in a fold of the mountain, like a fortress, as if seeking shelter from the wind which blows mercilessly most days of the year.
The Syrian refugees who manage to escape the violence of the Assad regime can find sanctuary here. It is one of the few sunni villages in this area and it is close to the border. But not that close. High mountains separate Syria from Lebanon, and desperate Syrians have no other option than to cross them on foot, in order to save themselves and their children.
This is the most shocking thing about war: there's no time to cry and despair, no time to let go, you just carry on like a machine, numb and stone faced by shock and pain. History teaches that in the end human beings get used to all kinds of cruelty in order to survive.