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一When the idea of going to Beirut first came to my mind in 2001. I thought something was going with me. I had always thought Beirut was a war-torn place with rude and hungry people running all over. But I was wrong.The airport in Beirut was just like any airport you could find in Canada and the United States. Everything was clean and new. The people there were very helpful and very kind.The streets of Beirut were not what I had expected. I thought it would be a terrible place with broken buildings and things of that kind. Instead I saw a beautiful city with tall buildings and busy streets filled with laughing people who were very friendly and understanding of my foreign ways.I thought that their way of life would be different, their clothes and their food. I was right about one thing ---- their food was different but it was amazing. However, they have different kinds of western foods and western restaurants. Their clothing is exactly the same. Their languages is beautiful and they live a happy life. English and French are widely spoken. I have visited Beirut four times after that and I plan to go there again.二Everybody has one of those days when everything goes wrong. This is what happened to Harry.He got up one morning very late because he had forgotten to wind up his alarm clock（闹钟）. He tried to shave（刮脸）quickly and cut himself. When he got dressed he got blood all over his clean shirt, so he had to find another one. The only other shirt that was clean needed ironing（熨）, so he ironed it. While he was ironing it, there was a knock at the door. It was the man to read the electricity meter（表）. He showed him where the meter was, said good-bye and found that the iron had burnt a hole in his shirt. So he had to wear the one with the blood on it after all. By this time it was very late, so he decided he couldn’t go to work by bus. He telephoned for a taxi to take him to work. The taxi arrived and Harry got in and began to read the newspaper.In another part of the town, a man had killed a woman with a knife and was seen to run away in a taxi. When Harry’s taxi stopped outside his office, a policeman happened to be standing there. He saw the blood on Harry’s shirt, and took him to the police station. He was kept till 3 o’clock in the afternoon before the police were sure that he was not the man they wanted. When he finally arrived at the office at about four, his boss took a look at him and told him to go away and find another job.