Unfinished Works by Kevork Kasarian

On the first Thursday of 1981, a large shell accidentally struck Kevork's house, causing a fire that consumed its entire contents. Inside the dilapidated house, which he returned to inspect days later, Kevork realized he had lost everything. He had lost all his possessions: his wealth, his personal chef, countless belongings, and all the rights he had acquired over centuries. The only copy of the film "The Liberation." Three personal photo albums containing hundreds of pictures covering every stage of his life, from childhood to adolescence to his early years in Paris. Group photos of him as a schoolgirl at the Parisian demonstrations and meetings of May 1968. The artwork of Lebanese, Palestinian, and Syrian artists that adorned the walls of his luxurious Beirut apartment. And after his cat, Samahir, he bathed. His clothes, watches, cameras, the real estate and land he inherited from his father, and the unfinished scripts of his films. There, no longer standing amidst the rubble of the ruined houses, Kevork will be struck by another thought, a new one. He will reflect that all that has happened is the only possible, and indeed the most fitting, beginning for a truly new start. On the first Thursday of 1981, a large missile accidentally struck Kevork's house, setting it ablaze and consuming everything inside. Inside his charred home, which he returned to inspect a few days later, Kevork realizes that he has lost everything. He has lost all his belongings, his personal archives, his countless possessions, and all the items he acquired and collected over the years. The only copy of his graduation film. Three albums of personal photographs containing hundreds of images covering every stage of his life, from childhood and youth to his university years in Paris. Photographs of him participating in the angry Parisian student protests and meetings of May 1968. Photographs of the women he met. Dozens of artworks by Lebanese, Palestinian, and Syrian artists that adorned the walls of his luxurious Beirut apartment. Even his Siamese cat, Samahir, was burned. His clothes, watches, cameras, the deeds to the properties and land he inherited from his father, and numerous unfinished film scripts. There, as Kevork stands amidst the ruins of his burnt-out home, the thought of a fresh start washes over him. He realizes that after everything that has happened, there could never have been a better or more fitting opportunity for a truly genuine and honest beginning.