Day 5
It’s monday. I’m late to write, but that’s because I went out today. My neighbourhood is unscathed, but only a handful of shops are open, and all the cafes and restaurants have a little note pinned to their doors saying they’ll only be open until 7:00 pm. So much for the city that nevers sleeps, err well that sleeps pretty late.
I went around, bought me a black top, I’ve decided to be in mourning until this thing is over. However, as I walked in the heat and humidity, I doubted the intelligence of that idea.
People around me were all shopping for food and bread and water. Stopped at two friends’ stores, and debated the news, and the possibilities, which I won’t get into here, because it’s just too damn complicated.
The American ambassador was having talks with the speaker of the house, in Beirut today, and Dominique de Villepin, the french minister of foreign affairs has just landed in Beirut, and so Beirut has been spared the wrath of Israeli bombs.
However everywhere else, it’s still raining warm explosions of violence.
I’m a bit restless, still, I don’t feel like staying home.
I want to go out help people.
In one park in Beirut, refugees have gathered.
Imagine that. sleeping in a park, whole families, and every now and then hearing a bomb drop.
The public schools are overflowing. There is a lack of mattresses, that’s what I’ve been sent as text message, please provide mattresses to help refugees.
I still don’t know about work.
I’ll keep you posted.
Peace and light
gwen
