Beirut marches on its stomach

Beirut. 10 pm.

The Security Council has just shrugged it's shoulders.
Israeli dude gave us a Jerry Maguire "help me help you" speech.
Nasrallah has just declared 'open war' (as opposed to the closed one we've been thoroughly enjoying?)
Hezbollah has just struck an Israeli warship off the coast.
The night sky will surely be lit soon.
Tracer rounds and plumes of fire.

And the Lebanese?

They are eating.











I'm not sure if this is ridiculous or admirable.
I know however that it is most definitely and uniquely, Lebanese.
You only get this cool about war when your capital was once used as a synonym for total chaos.
And that image is rapidly returning.

I hate war.
I hate it more when it's avoidable.
I hate it even more when it's not my nation's doing.

Tomorrow innocent people will die. Again.
Tomorrow more of Lebanon will go up in flames.
But tonight?

Tonight, we eat.

"An army marches on its stomach" - Napoleon Bonaparte