December 16, 2006

Ode to the Housekeeper

We tried to convince her that the Promised Land really wasn’t what they say it is, but to no avail. After 500 trips to the Amn el-Aam (General Security, I believe), and an equal number of trips to the American embassy, our housekeeper has accomplished what many Lebanese fail to do: an American entrance visa and a Lebanese exit visa. And both overlapping each other. That last bit is quite a feat. So she actually gets to leave Lebanon while she is still able to enter the US. And so we say goodbye to Mariza, who ran our house for almost five years. She’s flying out tonight, to the Promised Land. Florida, to be exact. We wish her luck. But oh Lord, who will help us now to find our stuff?

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

well we thought you had two?