Numb... And Very Much Awake

Saturday, August 15, 2020

Art cover by artist David Garibaldi

It's been 11 days... 11 long days and nights since the horrible and surreal Beirut explosions that occurred on August 4, 2020. I had been feeling numb. Somehow devoid of emotions. Physically and mentally exhausted. From lack of sleep and too much thinking. I had taken that first week in August off of work to wander across the country and rest my mind from all the worries. I started my Monday by a last minute decision to take on a trip to the North with a friend. We watched a beautiful sunset while listening to some music and waited until it was pitch dark to observe the full moon in the dark skies and amidst the constellations that were very clearly visible, while below our feet, the clouds had simply covered and veiled the Valley of Qadisha and the village of Becharri. I had been lost in my thoughts and was really grateful for nature's beauty and reflected on how little we deserved it and how much it gave me inner peace when I just paused and listened to my senses. Little did I know that this peace would be very soon torn down... 

Tuesday was going to be a long busy day. I had decided to do all my banking business as well as all my errands to be free to go on more road trips for the rest of the week. My day started shortly before 6 am and things were going good. I usually drive by the port area heading to the gym every Tuesday and Thursday on my way out of the office, which is around 6 pm. Since I wasn't going to the office on this day, I called my trainer and agreed to move my session to an earlier time. What a lucky thought! Because I was back home much earlier than anticipated, I was toying with the idea of driving back to Beirut and to pass by the office for a couple of hours. I sat for a minute in the living, thinking whether I should just take the hammock out and read some book or take care of my flowers and plants in the garden. The sun was still blazing hot outside and I was daydreaming of maybe heading to the beach the next day. Suddenly, I thought I heard a plane. Annoyed that my calm time had been disrupted, I faced the large window panes to try and make out whether it was the Lebanese Army, the US Embassy or something else. Shortly after, a first stomp was loud and clear. My reflex was to jump away from the window pane and rush to the terrace glass door and open it. And it was the right move! That's when the second blast went off and the whole house shook. I stood stunned for a couple of seconds and I dashed out to take a look. The big colorful cloud was scary... I hurried and started calling my siblings to make sure everyone was safe. Next, I reached out to my boss, since our offices are around 5 km away from the port area. And then closest friends. Luckily, my loved ones were all more or less safe. Some injuries but nothing deadly. My mind was racing. What had just happened??

In the age of social media and fast / easy access to information, it was a couple of minutes only until videos and pictures surfaced and were being shared online. Weirdly, we had been facing severe power shortcuts in the recent weeks and the electricity was still on after the explosions. Mobile lines were also still operational. And this was different from any other explosion that had occurred in Lebanon previously. I was relieved to be able to reach out to my closest circle. Friends and family living in different continents were calling to make sure we were ok. I tried to remain as rational as possible to understand what had taken place. Every person had their story. It was fortuitous that the explosions had erupted at a time where most people had already left their work and that Covid precautionary measures recommended to avoid crowds and public places in general. Was it a retaliation act from Israel? Was it fireworks as our officials claimed? What could have possibly flamed up and set off this way? In the next hours, and over the next week, several theories saw the light.

Our government was quick to deny an Israeli attack. This is somehow strange, especially when Hezbollah confirms it. Then we had the municipality of Tel Aviv displaying the Lebanese flag as a humanitarian gesture to join the world supporting the Lebanese people. Our authorities did promise a clarification within 5 days but, to date, we still do not know exactly what had happened. Some believe the improper storage of the 2750 tons of ammonium nitrate decomposed from their initial state and hence, the fire that had erupted nearby, caused the explosions. Others claim they saw a missile hit the area before the big boom detonated. What is sure is that ammonium nitrate does not burn on its own. So far, videos have shown an enormous fire, and it did not involve fireworks, footage revealing what sounded and looked like ammunition being burned. The reddish colored cloud points at the ammonium nitrate presence. Then again, we don't really know whether other chemicals and/or weapons burst out at that moment too. Additionally, that mushroom-like cloud remains a mystery. Many compared the explosions to the ones in Hiroshima and Nagasaki and for the first couple of days, people feared that the explosions had been nuclear or due to a biological / tactical weapon, especially that damages reached a large radius within which most glass panels, windows, doors were shattered. Concrete walls crumbled. Houses were leveled. Families found themselves with no roof over their heads, and if it were not for the wheat silos that were completely blown up by the blast and stood as a shield between that port area and the city of Beirut, damages would have reached a much wider range. Some people implied that a large quantity of the ammonium nitrate had already been smuggled out of the port and only a mere 200 to 300 tons were set off, or else the entire city would have been turned into ashes. Read How powerful was the Beirut blast? for more info. Another article that I found to be interesting, as it tackles the scientific perspective on the explosions and the huge blasts that wiped a large part of the city: what does fluid dynamics tell us about the Beirut explosion?

It wasn't until Thursday, August 6, when I decided to join the volunteers in the cleaning up in the neighborhoods close to the port area, that I realized the real magnitude of the destruction. Seeing the old buildings torn down, the more modern ones with no glass nor frames standing, their upscale furniture reduced to cinders felt like a hard punch in my stomach. I observed neighborhoods that were once hip and lively barely standing, ravaged and in ruins. I was at a loss of words. Not even able to take pictures as I usually love doing when strolling around Ashrafieh. I gather hereafter some pictures. Only the one with the flag through the cracked wall was taken by me, while the others are from the Internet. These shots exhibit the ugliness and cruelty of the carnage, as well as the beauty of people of different neighborhoods, different communities, coming together hand in hand to assist each other, while the Lebanese authorities remained abnormally silent, away and absent. In these moments, it really felt good and proud to be a Lebanese, which I had never doubted before, but sometimes nagged about. Our main issue was hence never the people who coexisted and supported each other in times of need, filling the void of a system corrupted to its bones...

And that's why after a long hiatus of not taking part of the street protests, actually since December 2019, I geared up and joined friends to the riots in Martyrs' Square on Saturday August 8 (pictures at the end, all except the first one, were captured by me). We were not easily deterred by the use of tear gas and rubber bullets against us. The people were deeply angry: all their suffering had not compelled the "public servants" to address the devastating event openly, to assist the Lebanese in times of dire need or to admit they had failed and resign. Their level of insolence was stunning, notably because they kept denying their accountability and didn't want to take responsibility in the tragedy that had hit the people. Yes, we had been devising at many occasions that the times of these corrupt "elites" were done and that change was bound to come and things would then be better. Yet, this establishment did not bulge. Or at least not very much. Moreover, those crooks are so attached to the power positions that the disconnection is simply blatant. Something had to break. And fast. It is no coincidence that French President, Emmanuel Macron, paid Lebanon a visit quite rapidly, less than 48 hours after the explosions rocked the city. After all, there are major matters at stake, like the probability of oil and gas reserves in the Lebanese territorial waters. It is also no big surprise that Israel and the UAE agreed to the normalization of their relations. It really seems like a "new Middle East" is in the making. It will have no place for a Lebanon ruled by armed factions or their thugs. A new game is being set and played and pawns will fall and be replaced by new actors. I do hope reshuffling the regional cards will allow Lebanon to be a neutral participant and that we are finally granted peace. 

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Very emotional
Hamdella 3a salamtik

thank you :)

Awaiting the hangers

we should put them up ourselves... no one will do it for us

Très bel article. Beaucoup d'émotions. bravo !

merci bcp :)

Lebanon will rise again as always.
Pray for Lebanon

always in the heart

I can relate to the whole spectrum of emotions in your reflection.
The blast is more mystery than not and its physical impact is heart-wrecking. But in light of what is going on internationally, finding what caused the blast itself is of secondary priority compared to the nature of changes that might be coming to Lebanon in the short- to medium term future.

Thank you for reading and commenting Irène

Beautiful article, thanks for sharing ❤️

Thank you for taking the time to read and to comment Suha

Lebanon will rise again...
The prayers of our Tetas and Jedos and parents are the glue that always kept it together, despite all the painful shattering that keep on happening...

Yes indeed, the country will remain...

It is heart-warming to see how people with so many differing and often opposing mantras and opinions come together at times of distress, whilst the selfish and corrupt elite hide away from their misgivings. How they can live with themselves I don't know; I picture them cowering, hiding their face from public scrutiny and being torn inside, needing drugs to try and sleep at night. I know the Lebanese people to be hardy, resilient and strong, and you will emerge stronger. I share your hope that whatever comes next will be a turn in the right direction for humanity. Thank you for sharing your experience with us all, I am glad you did not go to the gym that day.

Thank you for reading and your comment David! Despite everything that is happening, I am hopeful...

Very well said, i have the teers in my eyes.

Thank you for reading and commenting. We will rebuild Beirut...

Thank you for sharing the diversity of emotions that the Lebanese experienced during the August 2020 explosion. Seeing the human story behind the facts, helps the rest of us, living abroad, to get a glimpse of what it felt to be there. Glad you are safe!

Thank you for reading

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