[Peace-discuss] more life in wartime
Ricky Baldwin
baldwinricky at yahoo.com
Tue Jul 25 10:06:29 CDT 2006
Hi folks-
This is my friend again who has been living in
Lebanon, reporting on Iraq. I forward it for the
horrifying picture it paints of life there at the
moment. Recently she wrote a line to the effect that
you know you're in trouble when people are calling
from Baghdad to see if you're ok.
Ricky
> Dear friends:
>
> Personally, I'm not all that happy with this piece,
> but I'm sending it
> so that you can get a sense of what's going on here.
> I'll send you a
> more thorough, less heavily edited version as soon
> as I'm out from under
> my next deadline.
>
> For those of you who asked about donating for the
> refugees, many thanks.
> Here are a few places to start:
>
> http://sanayehreliefcenter.blogspot.com/
>
> http://www.savebeirut.org/
>
> http://www.saveleb.org/
>
> be seeing you,
>
> annia
>
>
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/07/21/AR2006072101370.html?sub=AR
>
> Beirut Diary: So Much for the Postwar
>
> By Annia Ciezadlo
> Sunday, July 23, 2006; B01
>
> MONDAY
>
> My friend Paula and I sat up drinking vodka with
> lemon juice and smoking
> her cigarettes into the night, after another day of
> insanity. We talked
> about a story her mother had told me:
>
> A woman was cooking six stones on a traditional
> stove. A man passing by
> asked her why she was cooking stones. "It's for my
> children," the woman
> replied. "We have nothing to eat, but I don't want
> them to know that.
> When they see the stones, they will think that
> dinner is coming, and
> they won't be hungry."
>
> Paula and I called our friend Nelly, who lives in a
> village south of
> Beirut, right down by the Israeli border, where the
> bombing is intense.
> "We made it just in time," she said breathlessly.
> "We crossed the
> Zahrani bridge, and two minutes later, they hit."
> She seemed distracted,
> like everyone does these days. When you're close to
> a bombing, it takes
> a day or two to feel right again.
>
> Until five days ago, Nelly ran a business training
> villagers to produce
> supermarket-quality organic food in south Lebanon.
> She'd just gotten a
> sample request from a big European company that she
> was hoping would
> help her expand her business. So much for that.
>
> Lebanon's economy is shot, 15 years of postwar
> reconstruction reduced to
> rubble in less than five days. A supper of stones.
>
> We chain-smoked in silence -- cigarette companies
> must love wars --
> until Paula suddenly laughed. "I have to write my
> master's thesis!" she
> exclaimed, laughing some more, and then I started
> laughing, too, in that
> way that you have to laugh when you don't know what
> else to do. Paula's
> thesis topic: Women Entrepreneurs in Postwar
> Lebanon. Postwar Lebanon!
> We laughed and laughed. "It's not postwar anymore!"
> she gasped. "It's war!"
>
> TUESDAY
>
> Thousands of Americans are waiting to leave Beirut.
>
> Hundreds of thousands of Lebanese are coming to
> replace them, filling
> schools and hospitals and Beirut's only public park.
> I'm an American,
> married to a Lebanese, who is also an American. Do
> we stay or do we go?
>
> We stay. And so does everybody else we know. Naji,
> whose house was
> destroyed, is staying with Nada; Nahla, who lives in
> the south, is
> staying with Fuad; Hussein, who has an 8-month-old
> baby, leaves to join
> his wife and baby, who are staying in the mountains,
> leaving behind
> Mohammed, who has nowhere to stay. Today, the U.N.
> reported that an
> estimated 500,000 have been displaced. That's
> one-eighth of Lebanon's
> population, and you see them everywhere -- even in
> abandoned buildings
> -- when you walk around Beirut.
>
> It's a game -- musical people -- and all of Lebanon
> is playing it right now.
>
> Half of Beirut is fleeing up north to the mountains,
> all of the south is
> trying to get to Beirut, and anyone who has money
> and connections or a
> U.S. passport is trying to escape from Lebanon
> altogether. Stay in
> motion, keep circulating, and you just might stay
> safe.
>
> WEDNESDAY
>
> 7:30 a.m.: The bombs always seem to come in the
> middle of the night, 2
> or 3 or even 4 a.m. But no matter how late they keep
> you up, you always
> snap awake in the morning. The longer it goes on,
> the less sleep you
> get, until sooner or later you've crossed the border
> between sleep and
> so-called real life.
>
> "Do you know, I feel like I'm dreaming this," says a
> friend over the
> phone. "The world can't be this nonsensical. You've
> got all these
> extremes -- a failed state, the army crumbling. When
> I talk about the
> politics, I realize how bad a situation we're in.
> The rest of the time,
> I'm just a scared mother, hoping this is all just a
> nightmare."
>
> You watch TV constantly, even in your sleep. Turn it
> off, even for a
> minute, and something bad is bound to happen. Keep
> checking your e-mail,
> keep calling your friends; keep the lines of
> communication open, and you
> feel safe, even if you aren't.
>
> 2:30 a.m.: I open up my computer one last time to
> check the latest
> drawings on Mazen's blog,
> http://mazenkerblog.blogspot.com/ . Ever since
> a friend sent me the link, it's been my bedtime
> ritual to look at it.
> When I look at his drawings, I feel connected,
> protected, like a little
> kid whose mom is reading "Where the Wild Things Are"
> for bedtime. As
> though the insomniac dreams of others can somehow
> keep us safe at night.
> I don't know Mazen -- who he is, what he does for a
> living, what
> passports he holds -- but I know the important
> things about him: He
> likes music, he doesn't like politics and, like the
> rest of us, he has a
> hard time sleeping through the bombs.
>
> THURSDAY
>
> We went for a walk in our abandoned neighborhood,
> Hamra, close to the
> American University of Beirut. It was evening, the
> electricity was out,
> and the darkening streets were full of people.
>
> We stopped to look at a poster: an advertisement for
> a workshop,
> ironically enough, on conflict resolution. Canceled.
> A little farther
> down the street, we stopped to visit the staff at
> the hotel where we
> used to stay. The air was thick and hot, so I
> grabbed a brochure from a
> rack on the counter and started fanning myself. It
> was a flier for the
> Beiteddine Festival, outdoor summer concerts at an
> Ottoman-era palace.
> Scheduled for this week: Liza Minnelli and Stomp.
> Canceled.
>
> The hotel, usually packed with students and European
> backpackers, is now
> overflowing with Lebanese people who have lost their
> homes. The staff
> invites us in for coffee; most of them, afraid to
> risk the roads to work
> and back, are staying at the hotel now, too. They
> had a record number of
> reservations this year; it was going to be their
> best year ever. Canceled.
>
> FRIDAY
>
> Abu Hassan, our favorite restaurant, is the only one
> still open in our
> neighborhood. We went there for a lunch of chicken
> kabobs today. At the
> table next to us sat a couple with a baby, head
> wobbling a bit, staring
> around in bafflement. The television was playing
> Marcel Khalife concert
> footage from the 1980s. "We're going back 20 years,"
> one of the cooks
> said in disgust. I asked what the song's title was,
> and the man from the
> next table answered: "I Chose You, My Country, With
> Love and Respect."
>
> They were refugees. The first night of bombing, they
> fled without
> bringing anything. The next night, realizing the
> bombings probably
> weren't going to stop, the man went back home to get
> a few things. "I'll
> be honest with you," he said, with a fragile smile,
> as though he might
> start to cry. "I went back for one thing: to get my
> bird." Later that
> night, their house was destroyed.
>
> Are we American, he asked. We are. "We don't hate
> any American people,"
> he said, choking back tears. I'd heard it before,
> but never from someone
> who had just lost his home.
>
> He shrugged. "This is our destiny," he said in
> English. "Life goes on."
>
> Annia Ciezadlo lives with her Lebanese American
> husband in Hamra, a
> mixed Muslim-Christian neighborhood not far from the
> American University
> of Beirut.
>
> --
>
> Annia Ciezadlo
> PO Box 113-5498
> Beirut, Lebanon
>
> +961 1 750 982 (land)
> +961 3 274 360 (mobile)
>
>
>
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