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An inventory of Living, from Beyrouth

January 28th, 2008 by LM (Beirut, Lebanon) · 1 Comment

Except from watching TV, reading news on the internet and reading the papers all at the same time, I sometimes have to worry about my fridge, that was empty for 2 weeks since I had so much to do that I didn’t have time to go to the supermarket, my cat and the cleanliness of my house, since I live alone.

1. Do I go to the supermarket now? Maybe later? I dont’t know, it’s raining, plus I don’t have time, have to go to work. I order food delivery.

2. It’s 11 pm. Do I go to the supermarket? I wait till I’m sure that all the decent supermarkets are closed, then end up emptying a gas station’s minimarket. The guy at the counter looks at me thinking: she must be crazy, spending 40 dollars in a gas station’s mini market on a saturday night at 12 pm.

3. Giving his vitamine to my cat. It’s a caplet, and he hates it. I usually have to run after him for 15 minutes and get the vitamine from under the table 4 or 5 times because he spits it. ALWAYS.

4. Going to the hairdresser. I understand now why journalists always look like homeless people. They never have time to wash their hair in a country like mine.

5. Use the Hoover on my carpets. I end up doin it at 3 am, when I’m finally back from work

6. Go clubbing, to the theatre, to the movies, to my regular SPA… And this thought that always strikes you when u’r in Beirut: “The situation is not very good (litteraly translating from arabic), maybe tomorrow (which in arabic and in arabs’ minds mean never…)

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1 response so far ↓

  • 1 AH (London, UK) // Jan 31, 2008 at 8:09 pm

    I like these lists. I like knowing that you have a cat - I never asked you before, ‘do you have a cat?’. Beirut seems like such a far away place to me you see, it’s a place like a film, on the television, in history, in the papers. And in the middle of it all, there’s you in a crappy petrol station mini-market at 3 am. I’ve been in crappy petrol station mini-markets in the early hours, usually after they’ve shut the actual shop and you have to get the man at the plexi-glass bullet-proof counter to go and get your packet of cornflakes and loo roll for you. So there you are. In your list is everything - in some parts it reinforces the news and the ‘Beirut’ that we get here, and then, with the other things, it makes it real. Good luck with the vitamins!

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