The day after, is always nice and quiet. Beirut is empty, because everyone stays at home out of fear what might happen. It is nice and quiet, just like on a Sunday morning in summer, or like five minutes into the Iftar in West-Beirut. Very few cars, no honking horns, no voices on the street. The air is all acrid though, from burning rubber.
I had to run some errands this morning, and those are best done on days like this. No traffic at all. What is a usually an hour long trip through town, is done and over with in a mere 12 minutes!
Unfortunately quite a few roads were blocked by the army, due to tire burnings, and most businesses had closed their doors as well. And so my ‘running errands’ ended up a futile affair, but I did get around town. The atmosphere is ‘detendu’, as the French word it so well; relaxed. Not completely relaxed, but all things considered, we’re not doing so bad. There’s some tire burning, some road-blocking and the likes, but the keg has not been lit yet, so to speak. The situation in Tripoli is a little more explosive, but they've been on the edge a lot longer than us. Saida is not doing too well either.
|Methinks I should get rid of the antenna on my car.|
There is a lot of army presence on the streets, but still, the atmosphere is okay. The prime-minister offered his resignation, and then suspended it, “until the president finalizes his consultations with the National Dialogue Committee,” according to Prime-Minister Mikati. March 14 (the political movement opposing Syria and Iran’s influence in Lebanon) is calling for a demonstration downtown this Sunday. We’ll see. We’ll get over this one (too).
We’ll do fine. How can we not, when you encounter men like this, driving around together on a little scooter? What d’ you think the flowers are for? His wife just delivered? His Mom’s birthday? Oh, I just see some black smoke billowing up a block away. Hmmmm. Let’s wait and see.