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Tuesday, July 19, 2006

Note: This diary covers the 33 days war of Israel on Lebanon, presumably against Hezbollah’s military machine.

Yesterday, Syria provided a few statistics:  more than 100,000 Lebanese and other foreign nationals have already crossed its borders.

The first day of war experienced a mass exodus of the tourists from the Arab Gulf States, around 25,000 tourists and then, the Syrian laborers followed suit.

Today, we attended the burial of a four years old girl Rita-Maria who finally died of kidney failure after years of fighting against her disease.  Her parents (cousins)begot her after thirteen years of trying for a child.  While carrying the baby to her burial-place her mother kept sobbing softly: “Where are they taking you?”

Today, my mother sent me on an errand for her basic medicines, Glibomet for her blood sugar level and Capozide for her blood pressure.

The husband of our regular pharmacist claimed that he has no more Glibomet because it is delivered from West Beirut and no shipments were forthcoming, he did not have even Panadol!  I remembered our local, almost a non-profit clinic, in Beit Chabab and bought two packs of Glibomet and a substitute to Panadol and also a pack of generic Capozide at a price one-third lower than the one I purchased from pharmacies.

Around 1:30 pm,  the phone was ringing off its hook for quite a while: the pharmacist was telling me that she received Glibomet and I thanked her for her prompt reply to our request.

It is to be noted that four months ago, our National Health Social Security kicked my father and mother out of its list and refused to pay for their medicines because they were over the age of 80, and its budget could no longer afford to pay for medicines.

As soon as I arrived home, my brother–in–law asked me to buy a 50-kilo sac of white wheat for emergency; I told him that I’ll think about this request tomorrow.  However, in the afternoon I bought 25 kilo because there was not enough for the other customers.

On my way I passed by the “mukhtar” to say hello and found relatives of mine filling forms for applying to passports and I was asked to sign the application as one of the witnesses.  It was an opportunity to apply also for a new passport. The last time I renewed my passport was in 2000 at Washington DC when I decided to go back definitely to Lebanon.

The cover of the passport was then red-brown as the Syrian passports; and the Lebanese government decided to change the color back to navy blue when the Syrian withdrew from Lebanon in 2005.

For some days I have been trying to be in contact with a few friends but at no avail:  all the lines sounded busy or disconnected or nobody available to answer my calls.  I needed to know if they were safe, have left Lebanon or managed to relocate away from the close and persistent noises of jet planes and Israeli frigate shelling and the polluted atmosphere, a thick cloud that was covering and hovering over Beirut and its environs.

I decided to check a friend’s apartment close by after he relocated to West Beirut for convenience sake two years ago.  He was there with the extended family of his wife, his mother with a friend of hers, and the Sir Lankan helper, about a dozen people.  They spent three days cleaning their two stories apartment and refilled the pool.

As soon as entered my friend’s house Ramez, Lebanon Seniora PM was to deliver a speech to the foreign diplomatic corps.  He bewailed the plight of the Lebanese citizens, 500 thousands refugees, most of them with no roofs over their heads and the difficulty of delivering provision to the stranded in their villages; he exhorted the world communities not to forget them as they did during our civil war that started in 1975 and lasted 13 years.

It was an impassioned plea that reflected the impotence of this government, but he did not sound as a viable leader for a country in need of lifting its soul and the reserves of its human energy.

Since the beginning of the war I stopped driving my car except for short errands to buy supplies because I felt it was my patriotic duty to save on gas and also to keep away from the possibility of altered and diluted gas in this time of scarcity.

My nephew Cedric went to his job today and I was told that William has shaved his head after a year of growing long hair.




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