It’s been about ten days since I came back to Lebanon now, and I sort of think that I am slowly getting over the jet-lag. It’s hard to say though, considering the immense amounts of noise leading to lack of sleep for those who are not used to live on construction sites. Actually, there is a massive mountain-hacking machine tearing down an archeologically interesting hill on one side of my house, while my other neighbor decided that he wanted to replace his charming and traditional “Gemazeh” style house that used to make Beirut so famous for its beauty, with some modern-living super sheen shit that no one but investors are going to like.
But that was not what woke me up at eight o’clock this morning. What woke me up was the hammer drills that some smart ass construction workers tried to break into my apartment with. That’s at least what it sounded like, and I couldn’t be bothered to ask them what the fuck they were up to.
That would have been OK, as I don’t really mind waking up at eight in the morning if I am NOT hung over. But when my apartment has been pitch black for the past 24 hours due to some I-don’t-know-why power cuts, I can either choose to sit in the dark at home and entertain myself with candle lights, or I can go out and be social with my friends, which usually ends up with a massive hang over. I have no choice, really…
(Don’t mind the endless, and useless, car horn honking, or drunken people screaming and shouting their ways home at four in the morning.)
But, still, I somewhat love this city!