In Lebanon

The two trips I made to Lebanon this year were scheduled a long time ago. They were both meant to be celebrations of important events in my life (engagement, wedding). But somehow, they both coincided with tragic events in my country.

After I landed in the Rafic Hariri International Airport, I immediately got a taste of the action; I was driving from the Airport and I noticed unusual activity on the road. Of course, I dismissed it thinking: well, this is Lebanon, stuff happen.

Little did I know that if my plane landed only 30 minutes later, I would have been stuck for hours on the road. The protesters blocked the Airport road just a few minutes after I crossed it (the army dispersed the protesters later).

That reminded me of the Maameltein bridge. That bridge was bombed just a day after I crossed it.

I must be leaving a trail of disaster behind me wherever I go, but what matters for now, is that I’m home.

The posting won’t be as zealous as usual (now I have a woman on hand ;) ), so please bare with me for these couple of life-transforming months.