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A Diary To Beirut

A “Diary” Focused On My Thoughts And Feelings To Beirut

September 29, 2010 : Tu me manques. These words just keep resurfacing. Everyday, every hour, and every second. I confess, I miss Beirut. I miss it’s craziness. Do people miss things that are crazy? Is that normal? I don’t know if it is, but I guess I do.

October 1, 2010: Today, Beirut appears on the news very much in the western world. Ahmedinajad’s visit to Beirut has many in “Red-Alert” mode, as this could be a very critical step to the future of this city. I agree!

October 10, 2010: J’adore les nuits de Beyrouth, J’aime ses jours. J’ai perdu mon âme, à Beyrouth … Je suis Beyrouth. Dieu, protégez ma belle Beyrouth ❤

October 18, 2010: Complete fail on Lebanese “political representatives” today. Nice going idiots.

November 19, 2010 : Today… in Beirut, a very brave friend made a life-changing move. May your life in the convent be filled with great deeds. Much love.

December 24, 2010: Merry Christmas Beirut!

January 1, 2011: Happy New Year Beirut!

January 6, 2011: Six days into 2011, and it is official… goodbye to one of Beirut’s greatest landmarks forever. Goodbye Gemmayze Cafe, its been 90 years of excellence. Sad to know one of my favorite places is gone!

January 13, 2011: So Lebanon’s “Hariri Government’ has been toppled. My prayers go to Beirut… I hope nothing terrible happens. 😦

January 16, 2011: Beirut seems to be very tense. The Special Tribunal for Lebanon comes out tonight. P.s. while everyone is being evacuated from Tunisia, what do you know, the Lebanese community is STILL stranded there.

February 13, 2012: Beirut I miss you. I miss you a lot.

7 Comments leave one →
  1. September 29, 2010 10:42 pm

    Beirut is part of you, so of course you miss it. It’s crazy, but I prefer crazy Beirut than quite a few other cities. And it is home! By missing it, you love it and i think Beirut and Lebanon need all the love we can give. 🙂

  2. September 29, 2010 10:57 pm

    I miss Lebanon all the time. Beirut I don’t have much in… but I appreciate what it is and love it for being simply that.

    We, the Lebanese, the ones like you and I, might be slightly crazy .. but its okay..

    and also, I came across this once and thought with your prostitution article you’ll like this:

    Beirut is a woman, a petite one, and not much of a looker at that. The average Beiruti will happily recount her features and highlights: he’ll tell you how she was destroyed and then rebuilt half a dozen times, how her cooking is second to none and how, if you visit the iconic Pigeon’s Rock (with your 20 cent coffee) in the very early hours of the morning, the sea melts into her night sky as the many scattered fishing boats blaze their oil lamps.

    But ask any of the thousands of internationals that have made Beirut their home why they decided to stay, and you’ll invariably learn that they’re in love with her, and cannot say why. She’s certainly well-dressed, and steeped in culture, with more sights, galleries and ruins than you can shake a camera at – she’s fluent in three languages. She’s always making music, drinking cocktails and dancing on tables; she’s wild and entertaining, and as attached to her nightlife as she is to her churches and mosques. But that isn’t why you fall for her.

    You love her because she’s a living contradiction. She’s rude, cheap and ugly, but for every person that’ll threaten you for glancing at them, Beirut has ten that’ll open their homes to a complete stranger, and for every beggar on her streets you’ll meet two Versace-clad elitists, on the same street. For every $200 dollar steak you’ll find a 50 cent meal fit for a king, and for every destroyed building or break in the highway you’ll find a 2,000 year-old Roman bath, or Byzantine Church.

    Beirut is an anarchic place, with as many independent governments as it has residents. She shuns mere maps and street names, and would much rather you get lost in her alleys. Need to find that obscure art gallery? Take a left at the butcher’s shop, walk through the street until you hear the caged birds and make a sharp right at the store with the old couple sitting out front.

    Beirut will take you out and get you drunk, and treat you like a celebrity. She’ll make love to you all night and leave you early in the morning, hung-over, bruised and alone – but eager for more. And the more she torments you, the more you’ll love her for it.

    http://www.timeoutbeirut.com

  3. January 4, 2011 4:26 pm

    Beirut was a principal cause in my grandfather’s decision to sidestep the age-old tradition of his family; following his grandfather into priestly life. During the research for my book ‘Whatever Happened To Ishtar?’ I came upon my grandfather’s diary, translated from his Aramaic tongue. He spent some time in between studies, living the high life in Beirut with friends. He couldn’t summon up the courage to tell his grandfather of his decision to shun family tradition until he was about to leave Lebanon for NZ with his fifteen year old bride.

  4. January 6, 2011 6:31 am

    These simple words carry so much power, so much emphasis on emotion built up that comes out so clear to the lucky ones to see it. I think I’m lucky to see the passion and beauty in the emotion you’re trying to put out.
    Beirut, puts its own kind of spell on people….

  5. Oana permalink
    February 21, 2011 7:40 am

    Hi, can someone pl. describe what goes on on the streets of Beirut today?
    I intend to visit end of March, and i am afraid i should cancel my trip, due to last events in the Middle East…
    PLEASE someone tell me it is safe to visit, because i am dying to make this trip!

    Thanks

    • February 22, 2011 5:10 pm

      It’s very safe… have no fear! And enjoy Lebanon!

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