So last week was the first time that…

So, last week was the first time that I register, since a very long time ago, that I missed Beirut.
Of course there are reasons why I missed the city. Reasons that have nothing to do with the place or the time. Mostly logistic reasons which could be anywhere, but they happened to be in Beirut.
And it felt good to miss Beirut for a short while. Detach it from its historical and social and personal implications for me and miss it as the place where I can write and see the people I love and communicate with them. It did feel good.

Today, Teta lies unconscious on a bed at AUH. My blood pressure rockets every time I set foot in that place or even think of it (yes, like, now). I don’t like it. It brings bad memories and often accumulates newer bad memories. And today is not going to be an exception, I thinks. I hope I am mistaken. One way or another I feel ok though. This is life. We know this will happen one day or another to each and every one.


Today, January 18, 2011 is a Tuesday. I …

Today, January 18, 2011 is a Tuesday.

I watched from the balcony as kids returned from their schools happily.
The Hariri guard underneath our house blocked the road. The driver coming to the stop point got angry. Old man. He said, “I was few meters away and it was open, what happened?” The soldier replied politely, “The road is closed now, sir. You can go down to Hamra and then up near City Cafe.” The old man didn’t like that. Old men don’t like sudden changes to plans, methinks.
A car with four MIBs (Men in Black) approached afterwards. The soldier opened the roadblock. It passed.
Another car with four MIBs approached after few minutes. Again the soldier let it pass. Armed MIBs.

Today, January 18, 2011 is a Tuesday.

My Grandma has an appointment for a heart echo at AUH. It is something medical. This “echo” thing. I hope the bombs don’t fall on AUH today. This is a bad sign.

March 14, 1989, was a Tuesday.

On that day, we were sent back home from school and we returned happily. Well, I was a bit pissed off because we were among the last kids of school to be picked up, but I was happy nonetheless. People blocked roads and Aoun started a “Liberation War”. The same Aoun. Yes.

My Grandma had an appointment at AUH that day. There were no mobile phones and no operating landlines in the first place. So when the “war” started again, we lost touch with my Grandma and Grandpa. They lost touch with each other as well. They later returned. Each one of them thought they’re going to die on that day. The bombs were falling near the American University Hospital and each one of them fled to separate paths.