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SPRING
2013
Letters to the editor
Dear editor,
Wow! fifty and some years later you unveil an obscure part of
my personality which for ‘obvious’ reasons I have deeply buried
way down in my unconscious.
To the uninformed reader, I mean those people who never knew
my father, it may look, the way you describe it, that he sort of
tolerated my behavior, me being his son. I guess I have to ask
you to withdraw that or rephrase it in a truly non ambiguous
manner.
This being said, in the days you mention, and at my age it would
have been quite impossible, for me to leave home at 6am to go
downtown have a Fatte which, by the way, I never liked and still
don’t, stuff myself to the point I would display the colors of the
rainbow and then attend Mr Dumonts’ class at 8!!! But I guess
that the same uninformed reader does not know much, not to
say anything, about Maurice Dumont.
Now, about your “two fellow avengers”:
Witold was a dear and very close friend and we were together
at IC right from the 6ème and all the way through to terminale.
After ‘61 we followed separate routes.
I left Lebanon in 1963 and saw him again in 1973, during my
honeymoon. My wife and I got together with him and his wife
for a nice and sunny day in Kaslik. It was not until 1999 that I
met him again in his office in Hamra at the Mobil Oil Company,
where he made his career. He passed away a few years later, may
he rest in peace.
Selim, or Solly as I remember, was not a close friend. A rather
open and humorous guy as I recall. We had no personal relations
except maybe buying cigarettes by the piece and small bars of
chocolate at this little tiny shop that was located at the corner
of Wadi Abu Jamil and the top of Rue de l’Alliance and, some-
times, sharing a baby foot game at this Armenian grocer 10/20
meters from the aforesaid shop down Rue de l’Alliance.
So, really, come on! Do these two guys look like they were
harassed by me.
Sorry Selim, your story does not hold, and I challenge any ‘super
Freud’ to the contrary.
Now, to bring you up to speed, I have three kids and six grand-
kids that keep us rather busy.
I am an active retiree and will gladly talk to you if you should so
wish. Try Facebook, although I’m not a great fan.
Serge Doubine ‘61
Many apologies
The toddler who appeared in the photo “Philosophy Class
1941-1942” is not the son of former Philosophy teacher, Ariel
Doubine. The child’s identity remains unknown.
Souheil Metni, Elie Khoury, Math Professor Robert Courson Shaglassian
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