What is normal?

One week of horrors. One week of shooting, bombing, fleeing people, scared souls. One week of life and death for everybody.
This morning, we all went to school and work normally. That means we took the normal road as opposed to yesterday where half of the roads leading to the other side of Beirut where still blocked. We saw pseudo normal street life again. A bit of sand and debris still scattered here and there, but relative normal street picture. I walked on the corniche as I usually do and so did my fellow men.

I looked at the sea and stopped. This picture is wrong, fake, weird. We are returning to our daily routines as if nothing has happened, the airport is open and flights resumed last night. But somewhere behind this “normal” picture, something is broken, destroyed, ugly, sad, empty. More than 50 people have died in last week‘s fighting. Killed and burnt. More than 200 hundred are injured and will never forget what they went through. Homes and offices are destroyed, burnt down, leaving only black sod and desperation.

No, this picture is definitely not normal.
Lebanon is deeply scarred . This should never have happened. But it did.

The horrors of the last days are reminding us of the disastrous state of our country. It is a ticking bomb, filled with angry people with a lot of weapons. This is in itself a dangerous cocktail. And we are at the mercy of those who chose to wake the dormant monsters from their beauty sleep.