Day 2
I am fine
I am not scared
I am hurt
I am not scared
I am angry
I am not scared
But we're all scarred
What you can do is talk about this.
Talk about a country that is now under blockade.
Talk about resources being cut, I have no electricity at home.
That's why I am at the office again to type this.
Our boss does not want us to be here, so that we not get hit.
But no place is really safe, and we know it.
Talk about this. Talk about innocent civilians being killed.
Talk about respect of life. Or lack thereof.
Talk, because I can't.
Israel has the right to defend itself.
Ah the wonderful irony.
In the jerusalem post today a father talks about the agony of having a son kidnapped.
In Lebanon 10,000 mothers await the release of their sons from Israeli prisons.
One has all the right to defend one's own land.
Yes I agree. But this is MY LAND.
This is our just reward.
This is our justified war.
Tell people how a country is being crippled.
And that Hizbollah people will NEVER leave the border, and they will NEVER leave the country.
Anyway they could not afford it. Anyway they've lived, always, in poverty and pride.
Anyway everybody else who is educated can afford to flee, and then what hope is there?
More war.
I'll keep posting as often as I can, from the office.
But as the work stops, and the ports are closed off, and the airport is down,
and the main exit roads to Syria are destroyed, as Syria is being threatened as well,
as trade and economy are crushed (AGAIN) I don't know how long I'll keep my job.
Talk about it, please. Or write
I am fine
I am not scared
I am hurt
I am not scared
I am angry
I am not scared
But we're all scarred
What you can do is talk about this.
Talk about a country that is now under blockade.
Talk about resources being cut, I have no electricity at home.
That's why I am at the office again to type this.
Our boss does not want us to be here, so that we not get hit.
But no place is really safe, and we know it.
Talk about this. Talk about innocent civilians being killed.
Talk about respect of life. Or lack thereof.
Talk, because I can't.
Israel has the right to defend itself.
Ah the wonderful irony.
In the jerusalem post today a father talks about the agony of having a son kidnapped.
In Lebanon 10,000 mothers await the release of their sons from Israeli prisons.
One has all the right to defend one's own land.
Yes I agree. But this is MY LAND.
This is our just reward.
This is our justified war.
Tell people how a country is being crippled.
And that Hizbollah people will NEVER leave the border, and they will NEVER leave the country.
Anyway they could not afford it. Anyway they've lived, always, in poverty and pride.
Anyway everybody else who is educated can afford to flee, and then what hope is there?
More war.
I'll keep posting as often as I can, from the office.
But as the work stops, and the ports are closed off, and the airport is down,
and the main exit roads to Syria are destroyed, as Syria is being threatened as well,
as trade and economy are crushed (AGAIN) I don't know how long I'll keep my job.
Talk about it, please. Or write
Day 3
It's ironically a beautiful morning.
Quiet, and all. The sun is out, and I can hear the chirping birds, which I would not have heard, had it been any other saturday. The roads now would be full of activity. As it is, I sip my coffee, black, and I take another long drag from my cigarette, sitting on the balcony looking at an empty road.
Feels like the calm before the storm. Being aware of that, you know you have to restock on energy, positivity, will, stubbornness, and yes believe it or not a bit of pragmatism. And you do. You control your breathing.
It's funny how old habits die hard.
I got home yesterday, and calmly prepared 3 bags: One has all my papers, my credit cards, my insurance, my passport, my keys, my glasses...
Another had a change of clothes, enough for three days and two small airplane blankets, deodorant, toothbrush.
The third had all my valuable gear, 2 cameras, my iPod, my video cam, and all the chargers thereof. A fourth (unpacked but neatly arranged on my bed) will contain all my diaries and pictures. This is the emergency last bag. I will go nowhere without my memories.
I was sitting with my family watching TV and hearing every now and then the Israeli planes combing the skies above us. We heard Nasrallah give an impassioned cry of war, promising total war. We all looked at each other and you could see it on our faces, we were all mentally calculating the numbers of walls in each direction, figuring out which room in the house is the safest in case of an attack from the east or the west, from a plane or from a military ship...
It's my room you'll be happy to know.
But today, today... it's the Shabat, and they don't fight apparently on Shabat, they fly over Beirut, because that is restful, or something. Bah Humbug. Yesterday there were rumours of a cease-fire before i finally surrendered to sleep. I don't know.
I am wondering how long this will last.
Maybe a week or so, maybe forever, and then the idea is to delete Lebanon as Lebanon, delete this idea of a beautiful country with excellent food and a mixed culture and 18 religions and all that jazz. Whoever the mastermind of it is, I have a few words to say to him/them.
A tender thought to all of you who have been replying, thank you very much, really, because it does mean a lot to me, your true concern, and the hope that I am able to promote another idea of the country and its citizens, other than the "terrorist" image that is the mainstream one. The victims who are terrorists.
It's ironically a beautiful morning.
Quiet, and all. The sun is out, and I can hear the chirping birds, which I would not have heard, had it been any other saturday. The roads now would be full of activity. As it is, I sip my coffee, black, and I take another long drag from my cigarette, sitting on the balcony looking at an empty road.
Feels like the calm before the storm. Being aware of that, you know you have to restock on energy, positivity, will, stubbornness, and yes believe it or not a bit of pragmatism. And you do. You control your breathing.
It's funny how old habits die hard.
I got home yesterday, and calmly prepared 3 bags: One has all my papers, my credit cards, my insurance, my passport, my keys, my glasses...
Another had a change of clothes, enough for three days and two small airplane blankets, deodorant, toothbrush.
The third had all my valuable gear, 2 cameras, my iPod, my video cam, and all the chargers thereof. A fourth (unpacked but neatly arranged on my bed) will contain all my diaries and pictures. This is the emergency last bag. I will go nowhere without my memories.
I was sitting with my family watching TV and hearing every now and then the Israeli planes combing the skies above us. We heard Nasrallah give an impassioned cry of war, promising total war. We all looked at each other and you could see it on our faces, we were all mentally calculating the numbers of walls in each direction, figuring out which room in the house is the safest in case of an attack from the east or the west, from a plane or from a military ship...
It's my room you'll be happy to know.
But today, today... it's the Shabat, and they don't fight apparently on Shabat, they fly over Beirut, because that is restful, or something. Bah Humbug. Yesterday there were rumours of a cease-fire before i finally surrendered to sleep. I don't know.
I am wondering how long this will last.
Maybe a week or so, maybe forever, and then the idea is to delete Lebanon as Lebanon, delete this idea of a beautiful country with excellent food and a mixed culture and 18 religions and all that jazz. Whoever the mastermind of it is, I have a few words to say to him/them.
A tender thought to all of you who have been replying, thank you very much, really, because it does mean a lot to me, your true concern, and the hope that I am able to promote another idea of the country and its citizens, other than the "terrorist" image that is the mainstream one. The victims who are terrorists.
And i'll close with
| the Latin of refusal and say we will not surrender and they shall not pass NO PASARAN! |
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Day 5
My aunt has a french passport and she would like to leave, I think she has contacted the french embassy. However we can't leave for a number of reasons.
a) as a lebanese national i need a visa to go anywhere, which I don't have
b) the rest of the family are all old, i want to be around to help them
c) i will not be exiled from lebanon, as my father was exiled from palestine in 1948,
and he also will not budge, he's found a resting place here, he's built a life here despite troubles and a debilitating civil war, he will not be taken out of here again.
a) as a lebanese national i need a visa to go anywhere, which I don't have
b) the rest of the family are all old, i want to be around to help them
c) i will not be exiled from lebanon, as my father was exiled from palestine in 1948,
and he also will not budge, he's found a resting place here, he's built a life here despite troubles and a debilitating civil war, he will not be taken out of here again.
Day 6
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