Amidst the Lebanese Civil War in 1977 the author was delivered to an indigenous, bomb-damaged hotel on the Green Line, the dividing line in war-torn Beirut, where he lodged for nearly two weeks. Daily, and nightly, he traversed Between West and East Beirut, met with the indomitable inhabitants of that exotic metropolis, and engaged in one incident and revelatory moment after another. Encountering few foreigners and no media in an era prior to the 'world wide web','bloggers',etc., it was a time when few dared to venture into this war-torn land. This story compassionately describes the interminable spirit of Beirutis who inspired the author who took 'risks' and accepted diversity while he actively searched for an understanding of the complexities of that emotionally riveting and unique place-in-time.