June 30, 2005

A Bomb Shell


And who is the bomb shell coming down the slide? Yes yes, me. As I am back in the college seats, writing curriculum papers, analyzing developmental needs for pre-adolescents and synthesizing educational philosophies and theories, I thought I’d post something of me in more relaxed times. This one was taken last week, when we went on a fieldtrip to a local water park here.

June 27, 2005

Family Dinner

Phone Bill etc

Finally had the time to pay my phone bill on Saturday, since the government offices close at 2:00 (I believe) which means you can never organize it during the week; 517,000 LBP, which is exactly $343.52. That’s almost $115 a month! Knowing that the Internet connection only costs 18,000 a month ($12), and we both do not use the phone since we work from our mobiles, that means the maid chats away a pretty penny every month! Hot damn! Wonder what we are going to do about that. They only reconnected me Monday afternoon though (just now) which theoretically saved me almost $12 (3 days x $4 a day).

Anyway. This week has been busy. Cecile and Wissam opened their Lufa Light exposition. A Lufa is a local type of cucumber, rather big, that has a rather wooden wiry skeleton inside. The trick is to let it rot, wash away the ‘meat’, and you are left with this sponge like material, only it is wood. Very hard to explain, but it is quite similar in structure to rope, the kind of rope you use to tie package. Anyway, excellent for scrubbing your skin, and it’s sold here locally as a sponge. However, as Cecile has shown, when you put a light in it, you get a lamp. Very neat stuff. They have a shop downtown, and the exhibition is up and running. Check it out if you’re in town.

Adrian has graduated this Thursday. Official ceremony, complete with the Lebanese and American anthem and diplomas. Adrian had to wear a shirt and tie. So now he is officially a sixth grader, and will go to Middle school next year. The American educational system does not do tracking, like we do in Holland, so everyone enters the same class, and everyone is supposed to finish the 6 years High school. Of course the GPA (Grade Point Average) will differ, and it is that GPA, together with you SAT scores (final exam in grade 12) that will allow you to enter the right universities or not. We’ll see where he will go. He has another 6 years to go.

I finished work, need to go back on Monday to collect all the necessary signatures to take summer leave, but that’s just a formality. Received a silver pin yesterday during the annual staff lunch for my services of ‘over ten years’. Cute.

Wednesday university starts again, so I’ll be back in school for ten days. I still need to start with my course work. And the cat is in heat, which makes her so docile that Hana is currently pulling her through the house by her tail. She is sitting on top of her, but the cat, who usually attacks if you look at her in an offensive manner, does nothing. All of this which has been documented. Of course Hana does not understand that once the period of heat is over, the cat is no longer friendly, and she’ll end up with a very nasty bite in her hand. It happens every time again, but Hana has yet to learn.

The dentist just called that he can’t see me today, will have to postpone that till Tuesday which is fine, since I do not have cavities. Nice though that they call, a very unusual thing here in Lebanon.
And I just figured out a new feature on this blogging program. I can now insert pictures in my text. Enough said.

June 21, 2005

Another Bomb

Didn't pay my phone bill, so got cut off yesterday. Have to do it from work. I'll just do some cut and paste work for lack of time.

Georges Hawi was murdered this morning in Wata El- Msaibeh, Beirut. His car was rigged and he died instantly. The images are so reminiscent of what happened to Samir Kassir. The car and his body are almost intact. His life was surgically ripped away.Georges Hawi, ex-director of the Lebanese Communist Party, has had a very long and rich history in all the trials and tribuations of this country. I will leave the obit. for those more knoweldgable.

Hawi, a Christian, frequently spoke out against Syrian intelligence and interference in Lebanese affairs, The Associated Press reported.
Hawi was related to an Armenian candidate who was standing for parliament in the national elections that finished on Sunday, Sadler said.
The bombing, which authorities said occurred about 10 a.m. (3 a.m. ET) in a western Beirut neighborhood, left Hawi's black Mercedes crumpled.
Witnesses and security sources said the car had just left a gas station and was traveling on a road when the bomb exploded.
Hawi's driver escaped with only minor injuries; police sources said the bomb apparently targeted Hawi, who was in the passenger seat.
http://www.cnn.com/2005/WORLD/meast/06/21/lebanon.blast/index.html
I might go over there late afternoon. Right now I'm just too busy here at work, gotta finish five million things before tomorrow morning 8:00 A.M.

June 18, 2005

Last Elections

Busy with the elections again. Don’t think I’ve ever occupied myself with any election as much as this one. It has created some very unlikely political bedpartners. Former arch enemies have become best buddies, showing that you may sleep with the devil if it gets you what you want. A little disturbing, but this is what politics is all about. It does make any further unity and progress very unlikely in the near future. The Syrians have been thrown out, but before they were gone, the men in power had basically already cut up the pie they (the Syrians) were going to be leaving behind.

Many people are very disillusioned with this, and have chosen not to elect, because they feel it does not make much difference anyway. This coming Sunday it’s the turn of Tripoli, a place which is traditional and conservative to say the least. People in Tripoli, or in the North for that matter, do not like things from outside, and look upon any change with deep suspicion. They’ve had much closer ties with the Syrians than Beirut, because geographically they are much closer to them.

Tripoli has a wonderful (semi-) crusader castle, a fantastic ‘souq’ (traditional Arabian market, like a covered network of tiny alleys, Kashbahs style) excellent sweets and men with beards. The Tripolitans (Tripolits? Tripolitanoes?) are– if I compare it with Holland, the Groningers versus the Limburgers. Different people. Walid once suggested we should live there because life is so cheap, and there is much more space. I was able to get that out of his head. Bad idea.
Anyway, I’m going in tomorrow, always get lost in that town because of it’s intricate roundabout system just as you get into town from the highway. I know that highway well.
Once I had to get papers ready for Adrian, and we were registered there (Walid is originally from Tripoli), so I had to drive up and down that road like 3 times a week for 7 weeks, and it’s a 77 km stretch from Beirut to Tripoli. This was in 1996 or 7. I had my car engine refurbished, so I had to do a ‘rodage’ as they call it here, using the French word. Don’t know what you call it in English or Dutch. And the ‘rodage’ required that I drive at a constant speed of 55 kilometers. So there I went, up and down to Tripoli, 55 k/ph on the highway. The military checkpoints, and there still were at least 5 at that time, were tricky, because you had to slow down or even stop, which would mess up your newly rebuild engine. So I would take the right side of the checkpoints, which was fine with the Lebanese army ones, because these guys couldn’t care less. The Syrian ones were dangerous; these guys had life ammo and would use it. And the one of the Mougabarat (the Syrian secret police), with its plains cloth people was extremely difficult, because they would not allow me using the right side.
We eventually transferred our registration to Ras Beirut, which is right here at the tip, you can’t get more central than that.

So on the road again tomorrow.

June 17, 2005

Beirut Sunset


Sunset. Beirut, June 17, 20:00 P.M. local time.
Tomorrow I have to get my tickets, go to the bank, pay my phone and electricity bill, visit the dentist, go to the print shop, all of which are in different ends of the city, it's hot and busy tomorrow, my ac in the car doesn't work, and Sunday I have to go to Tripoli to cover the last round of the elections. Monday back to work. When will the summer holiday start?

June 15, 2005

Hana is Sick


She's got her little fists clenched around the rim of the toilet bowl.
Sick to her stomach.

Vomit

Picture this. Hana has picked up some sort of stomach virus, and has been throwing up since five o’clock last night. The first session took place in the living room, right into Adrian’s sneakers. Both of them. You could see little white things floating in there. Adrian was totally grossed out. Second session took place on our newly bought, 60’s style carpet, with very long, silk orange loops. The kind of carpet you can lose an entire breakfast in. So right into the carpet. We’ve got that one dripping wet and hanging over the balcony. . I figured out then that she had been eating broad beans at school (the white ones). Third session was on the couch. All pillows are also drying on the balcony. Third took place on the carpet in the bedroom on the floor below, fourth in Adrian’s bedroom, and then it was time to go to work so I had to leave her behind. If you see our house, it’s the one with all the dripping carpets over the balcony. She is getting the hang of running to the toilet bowl in time though, and spent her morning hugging it. I will send pictures once I get home.

June 14, 2005


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Exhibition

As report cards, centennial celebrations, elections, gala dinners, story writing and masters courses are all happening or about to happen between now and June 30th, no news from me. Instead, an invitation to the new shop & show of Ceclie and Wissam. If you live in Beirut/Beyrouth, come and see!

June 10, 2005


My class preparing for their Dutch Multi-Cultural Week

Busy Busy Busy

Not much happening, but at the same time a lot of things are happening. Third round of elections is coming up; it’s between Aoun en Joumblatt this weekend and it looks like it is getting nasty.
Joumblatt in the meantime gave an interview last night on TV in which he accused, or actually insulted, Bajsaar el-Assad, the Syrian president. He accuses Syria for not pulling out all its people, in particular the Secret Service people, and gave places where you can still find them, dates when they were there, and names of people. It is as if he has a death wish. After Samir Kassem, the journalist that got blown up last week, he seems next in line, and it almost looks like he is preparing fro it. He went to France, just this week, to see his family. His kids are not in Lebanon, as he knows very well that a man’s children would be the first target. So his kids are somewhere safe in France, and he went to visit them, as if it was to say goodbye. If anyone is going to get blown up next, he might be a pretty good target. I hope not, this will make the situation very bad.

Then we have the final weeks of school. We have to revise the curriculum maps, prepare for celebration days, organize the grades for the report cards. On top of this the school is 100 years, so we have parties and galas left and right, and then I have to pack the entire classroom since I am moving to another building, and on June 29 I start with my next Masters Course (for which I have yet to open a book). And then Trouw needs election articles. (See article below I wrote).
Het volk stemt, maar de politici kiezen
Morgen is de derde ronde van de Libanese parlementsverkiezingen. Dit keer mag Oost-Libanon naar de stembus om 35 van de 128 parlementsleden te kiezen. Maar zoals veel Libanezen inmiddels wel hebben gemerkt; het volk mag stemmen, en de politici doen het kiezen.

Het enorme enthousiamse van een aantal weken geleden heeft plaatsgemaakt voor apathie. Kreeg men in het voorjaar ruim een miljoen Libanezen bijeen op een plein om de Syriers het land uit te krijgen; voor de parlementsverkiezingen doet men geen moeite. In Beiroet kwam slechts een derde van de stemmers opdagen, het zuiden moest het vorige week met 45% doen. Voor het eerst in 30 jaar heeft Libanon vrije verkiezingen, zonder Syrische inmenging. Waarom stemmen de Libanezen niet?

“Omdat ik teleurgesteld ben”, zegt Alia. De 23 jarige rechten-studente gaat niet stemmen. “Wat maakt het uit? Het is toch allang beslist wie er gekozen wordt.” Helemaal ongelijk heeft ze niet. Libanon is een sterk verzuilde maatschappij, en politieke partijen zijn, net als de voetbal clubs, de scholen, en de woonwijken, in feite een vertegenwoordiger van een secte. Een politieke partij heeft geen programma, maar bemiddelt in feite enkel voor de rechten van de (religieuze) achterban. “Ik had echt het idee dat we het hele systeem zou veranderen. Dat we zouden gaan stemmen als Libanezen voor ons land,” aldus Alia. Zij is niet de enige die teleurgesteld is.
Ali is architect, en een sji’itische moslim uit Zuid-Libanon. Hij liep in elke anti-Syrische demonstratie mee. “Het was een fantastische beweging. Voor het eerst dat ik mij echt een Libanees voelde, weet je, met andere geloven, maar dezelfde mentaliteit.” Ali wil een seculiere maatschappij, waar kerk (“een moskee in mijn geval”) en staat gescheiden zijn. Hij moest zijn stem uitbrengen in het zuiden, maar “dat viel vies tegen.” Onafhankelijke kandidaten waren kansloos, omdat Amal en Hezbollah (beiden pro-Syrisch) besloten samen te gaan werken.”Dan weet je de uitslag al.”

De uitslag van de eerste twee rondes was al bekend voordat er ook maar iemand had gestemd. In Beiroet won de oppositie met Saad Hariri (zoon van vermoorde Rafic Hariri)). In het zuiden de pro-Syrische Hezbollah en Amal. “ We zijn terug bij af.” Zonder Syriers, dat wel, maar de oude garde zit er nog. Ali had gehoopt op nieuwe gezichten, nieuwe ideeen, een nieuwe richting voor Libanon. “Oke, de Syriers zijn weg, maar politiek is er niets veranderd Hebben wij een stem? Ik vind van niet.” Het gaat enkel om partij belangen; met ‘volksvertegenwoordiging’ heeft het niets meer te maken.

Maar deze zondag komt er dan eindelijk leven in de brouwerij. Generaal Aoun doet mee. De christelijke ex-generaal, die in 1991 voor de Syriers moest vluchten nadat hij ze zwaar gebombardeerd had, is weer terug. En met een missie. Hij wil de bezem door de politieke kast halen. Aoun staat bekend om zijn standpunt tegen de verzuilde maatschappij, en is ongekend anti-Syrisch. Hij zou het dus goed moeten kunnen vinden met de oppositie, ware het niet dat hij zich als een olifant door de porceleinkast heeft gewerkt sinds zijn terugkeer. Aoun vindt alle politieke leiders maar een stelletje corrupte boeven die jarenlang, onder Syrisch toezicht, hun zakken hebben zitten vullen. Die beschuldiging valt niet goed bij de oppositie, die hem sindsdien buiten de deur houden. Hij staat aanstaande zondag recht tegenover Joumblat, druzenleider, die zich sinds de moord van Hariri als DE leider van de oppositie heeft opgeworpen.
Aoun is niet bijzonder diplomatiek, kan zijn temperament moeilijk bedwingen en zegt dan ook regelmatig domme dingen. Zo beledigde hij deze week nog de vermoord Hariri, volgens de Libanezen opgeblazen door de Syriers. “Zelfs al hij het meent, dan had hij dat niet moeten zeggen,” zei een trieste Saad Hariri op tv.
De enige die nog samen met hem willen gezien worden zijn de, jawel, pro-Syrische partijen, en dit enkel om de anti-Syrische druzenleider Joumblat een hak te zetten.
Toch voelen vooral veel jongeren dat hij de enige is die het systeem niet probeert te manipuleren. Aanstaande zondag moet blijken in hoeverre de Libanezen het gekonkel van de oude orde zat zijn, en hoezeer men gelooft dat een verkiezing echt een verandering kan brengen. Maar als Aoun niet wint, dan moet men op echte democratie nog een paar jaar wachten.

Libanese Verkiezingen
Men kiest, en wordt gekozen, in de plaats waar men staat ingeschreven, en dat is meestal het dorpje van de (voor)ouders. Tijdens de verkiezingsdag zou dus in theorie het hele land op pad moeten naar een andere plaats. Omdat dit een enorme chaos op gang zou brengen, is het land in vieren gedeeld. Elke zondag stemt een gebied, en zo weet men na een maand wat het nieuwe parlement is. Daarnaast is er een vaste zetelverdeling; 64 voor de christenen en 64 voor de moslims. Ook daar is weer een onderverdeling, vanwege de verschillende groeperingen; 3 islamitische en 7 christelijke groeperingen.
Beiroet (29 mei) 19 zetels (10 christenen, 9 moslims)
Zuid-Libanon (5 juni) 23 zetels (5 christenen, 18 moslims)
Oost Libanon (12 juni)
Libanon gebergte 35 zetels (25 christenen, 10 moslims)
Bekaa vallei 23 zetels (9 christenen, 14 moslims)
Noord-Libanon (19 juni) 28 zetels (15 christenen, 13 moslims)

June 03, 2005

Beirut


For Lack of Something Better

Nothing Happening This Week

Strange week this week. It rained Thursday morning. Usually April is the last month for some (April) showers, but apparently global warming is starting to change the Beirut climate. From the way it looks, we are actually getting a better deal than what we’ve had before. Usually around this time Beirut is hot hot hot and humid. You can’t sleep unless you close your windows and put your ac on 20. You take a shower in the morning and about the time you dry yourself, you’re sweating again. You drive to work and everything sticks to you. At work you are afraid to leave your room because out in the hallways there’s no AC. And when you leave work and get into your car, your fingers fuse to the steering wheel.
This year, however, we’ve had nice warm and breezy days, and nice cool and breezy nights. I haven’t used the AC yet.

Yesterday we’ve had another car bomb; a journalist that was supposedly a very staunch anti-Syrian voice, and was even so when the Syrians were still here. Only last week he said in a TV interview that the Lebanese internal security forces - whom he blames as much as he blames the Syrians for the murder of Hariri – frequently shadowed him, but that up till now they hadn’t done anything. Did he wake up the sleeping dogs, eh!

I had a fieldtrip to the Jeita Caves. I learned today that it was a solution cave; one of the most common types of caves in the world. As you can read, didn’t do anyhting this week but work. Will hit the beach tomorrow.