Curfew / Avondklok

And so we have been grounded. I’ve never been grounded in my life, so it is a bit disturbing to be told that I may not leave my house until 6 o’clock tomorrow morning, provided the situation stays calm. The Dutch embassy even send us a note. (Avondklok = Dutch for curfew) Not that I often leave the house in the evenings, but still, it’s the thought that counts.
The supermarket closed early today; 6:00 instead of 10:00 P.M. As you may remember, I’ve got enough lentils and rice to last me until summer (and sardines; a left-over still from my hubbie’s war stock), but I went out to get some wine.

We’ll see if the roads are open tomorrow, and the curfew will be lifted. I’ve got to do a story, but that implies I actually have to go to the area. I will not say that these are strange times; I’ve said it often enough.

By the way, I thought this (read below) was so sad, that it is almost hilariously funny.

'BEIRUT, Lebanon Jan. 25 — Violence erupted in Beirut today for the second time in three days, as a lunchroom altercation at a Beirut university escalated into rioting and gunfire.
At least three people were shot dead and 35 were wounded in street fighting today that began with a scuffle inside the student cafeteria of the Beirut Arab University in the Sunni neighborhood of Tariq Jadideh. It spilled over into street violence in the surrounding area.