
It was a phrase my late mother used to repeat to us from the beginning of the Lebanese Civil War, more than fifty years ago. To her, it was not merely financial advice, but the expression of an early awareness of danger and of the need to prepare for difficult days. She had also known the tragedy of famine through the stories passed down by her father, whose two brothers had emigrated in search of a livelihood and remained out of contact for a long time, while he stayed behind to care for his parents… At the same time, my mother was influenced by Raymond Eddé’s reformist ideas and by his concerns over Israel’s expansionist ambitions. She would particularly recall his warning in 1969 against signing the Cairo Agreement, fearing that it could provide Israel with a pretext to expand its occupation of southern Lebanon, within the broader framework of what he saw as Israel’s long-standing expansionist ambitions.





