When I think of forgotten beauty, I fantasize about the landscape that a traveller from the East would see. This traveller, after having crossed dunes and dunes of sand, sees for the first time the snowy mountain top on the Eastern and then the snowy Western mountain chains of Lebanon. Amazed by the untouched white snow before him, this traveller has only the yoghourt colour as a comparator, a yoghourt he calls Laban. This unknown traveller who passed by, although no one knows him, had this beautiful “Laban” analogy behind the name of my country, Lebanon.