Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Thank God for the rain

I am not sure if it is just God that I should be thanking, afterall, it’s the global warming effect. Whatever it is, Lebanon has been struggling with a powerful storm, with a lot of wind and even more thunder. The reason I am thankful for this storm is that it seems to have calmed the spirits of the people burning tires and killing each other.
I bet you’ve all seen it all a million time on TV. What’s funny about it is that personally I was in a retreat, organized by IndyAct in order to put a five years plan to save the world, one way or the other… No wait WAIT! Don’t close the window just yet. You see, The retreat started on Friday and ended on Sunday.
On Friday morning I was gracefully sleeping in my bed, I planned to wake up early that day, I had a course at 10. However, at 9:55 I wake up at the sound of a powerful blast that actually pressured my ears. Taking in consideration the fact that I have miraculously never been close to any explosion, I was consumed by the frightening idea that the explosion was right next to me or something. I was shocked that my room is safe and everything. I jumped to the window in the living room to see where the explosion came from. I certainly didn’t jump to the bedroom’s window cause that one gives a view on the Dahieh, no explosion ever takes place there.
What I see is a column of smoke going up. It was obviously not as close as I had feared, I took a couple of picture for memory purposes! Then the news came on TV and that’s when I really started to get scared. My whole family uses that road to go to work, including my father, two of my uncles, and three of my cousins, not to mention my dad’s cousin! Slowly I was ensured that they were all ok!
A few hours later I was in a small residence in a touristic area. And peace reigned for 48 hours, then in the final meeting on Sunday I get a call from my ex, she’s panicking begging me not to go home to Beirut and go instead to jounieh. She was yelling at me telling me my hometown is in turmoil or something. And before I hung up I receive another call from another close friend of mine repeating the same shit! Then it was my uncle’s turn and the whole family. By the time we were done with the meeting we turned the TV on and no shock was waiting for us. Just a bunch of young men acting like total jerks, burning tires and running around riding small mobilettes…
Then there were shooting and then there were chaos…

2 comments:

NOMAD said...

hey, some kind of heart breaks might really happen though :lol:

shlemazl said...

At least you get proper seasons in Lebanon. In winter you have bombs and rain. In summer you don't get so much rain.