The exclusive rights to recklessness

Someone once said “where nothing is known, nothing is said”. This is the very country where everything is very much known but nothing is being done. I figured that by the time we decide to stop talking and start doing it would be a bit too late. Let me tell you about taking a trip to a place outside the city for a day. We had spent the night peacefully away from the noise and pollution of Beirut, which if I think about did me a lot of good. We sat on the balcony far above the Jounieh bay and gazed with antipathy at the endless amount of cars that snaked the northbound highway for hours at the time. In the night when it was supposed to be relatively calm the red tail light of more cars heading southbound for the weekend party was a dazzling alarm on how many people will drive absolutely shit faced on their way back. The record of car accidents each month in such a small country is sure to make the camel hide in the needle hole from shame. There is just the way things are handled in this country that make me so irritated. For instance we had to walk the distance down from where we were, which is fine and dandy, but the problem was that the engineering did not make room for a side walk since they figured that in such a hilly place there would be no people trying to either walk it up or down. It was not the case with me and my buddy George. As two good spirited fellows with our little bags around our backs we strolled down as the passing cars were flying by and honking at us everyonce in a while. After a good 20 minutes we stopped to check out the scenery. It seemed like it was going to rain,which is good since we are really tired of this long ass summer. As we looked just underneath on some greenery and bushes, we were welcomed by the greatest explanation of how much people relied on their intellect in this country. Down there we could see all kinds of soda cans, beer cans, take away boxes, napkins, diapers, shiny stuff, used tires, and etc… all this garbage thrown carelessly in a place difficult to be cleaned, let alone that there were no garbage bins anywhere, but since it is not really supposed to be a place for jerks like these to go have a pick nick, the absence of garbage bins can be pardonable against the short sight of the people who litter wherever they like.
To cut a story short, finally a taxi passes by and without consulting whether we really wanted to get inside, which we actually did since we did not have the right shoes, he pulled on the side of the road. We looked inside and there were 4 people in the back and one in the front. We were amazed at the courage of the driver, when he ordered the man sitting in the passenger seat to hop next to him. We were feeling tired and helpless since not that many taxis pass on that road, and there are no buses, so we squeezed ourselves with our bags in a very funny setting that I decided to share with you. My point is that under such circumstances it would have been impossible to be logical, and law abiding citizen. It is the way of every single thing in this country, and that’s why the laws are being broken, because people are always saying there is no government.It is not a good arguement for no one, but after a while you can't help feeling that you are becoming a monkey. I am not sure who should be doing what anymore, but hey as they say only in Lebanon. Signing out...can some aliens help? Please!:)

They are talking of worst days:)

this is not a fictious attempt:
A stranger walks into a bar, and a man sitting there asks him " hey man they are saying we are gonna have worst days ahead".
He looks around and orders a coffee pretending to think of an answer. As the light reflecting from a window across the street falls on his shaky hand he puts out his cigarette and stares directly into the man's eyes and then he says " I've been hearing there will be a war since I learned how to say war. Can you tell me if the war ever really ended around here?"
Man:" Yes! but maybe you don't get what I am saying. This time they are going to take over the country!"
Stranger:" really! who they? you mean.."
He is interrupted
Man:" Aliens! They are coming to force us to be like them."
Stranger:" I know a good therapist, let me give you his card"

The end

The taste of things

I am not smelling anything fresh anymore. On my bicycle when I ride the dirty and polluted streets of Beirut I get the sour tastes of combustions deep into my throat I got to wash it down with a deep breath of memories of some long forgotten walks in green parks that don't exist anymore, or worst never did. I bathe in the cloud of yellow and brown smoke that is visible only from the high points over the city, and even those who bought houses in hope for a view have lost it to the corrupt weather of seedles planning and visionaries that can only talk nonsense into the minds of masses driven by fear and hunger, needless it is to say that one last step into civilization does not come from the ground up, and building higher cities does not makes us closer to the sun, the moon, or the clouds. Giving names to things that have big material value does not make them human and further more I believe that the life we are hoping to remember is not the one that our ancestors have imagined, and surely not the one our filthy politicians are claiming we are heading for.
The sour tastes come back as I dive behind loaded trucks with fresh earth that had been dug ironically to cover the historic sites of a city that had existed thousands of years ago, yet no one is sure about our suistainability. Water is lazy in the summer, and we have yet to receive the grace of rain fall to wash our sins, and those of our fathers, and the sins we are leaving for all the new generations to come.I have no hope in Beirut, yet I am fighting blindly my way through mazes I am creating in the void. This is the taste of Beirut today, I am going to lunch on the trunk of an illegaly parked SUV.