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Postby haroun » Sun May 27, 2007 1:03 am

That’s a great report. I am glad you’re adapting to Lebanon so quickly. It seems your lunch with the president on the first day eased your fears and worries, I recommend he welcomes every visiting Australian with the same hospitality.

I often ask myself the same question, but when I hear that the alternative to a romantic dinner in a restaurant near the Opera house is a candle light dinner in downtown Barja, I rest my case.

Excuse my old man’ language, that’s his style; get use to it! and you have to forgive his ignorance about who’s behind me. That kind of news is not discussed on Istaz Jamil tarnib table - yet.

Hey, enjoy your stay, and don’t hesitate to call on your "neighbours" for anything you need.

شمعون: حرام أن يعير احد عون أهمية لأن دواءه ليس عندنا بل في العصفورية
الجوزو: لقد سقط لبنان وسقطت حكوماته، بفضل إرهاب حزب الله
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Postby danyhr » Sun May 27, 2007 2:51 am

Awesome reporting AJ!!! I loved reading it, you set the scene really well. Yalla, tell us more. My teter is Helene Hatem( nee Sahhyouni) she originally from Saida. She staying in her place under my dad's. Wish i were there.
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Postby Nano » Sun May 27, 2007 11:54 am

Very GOod Recount!

AJ! WHen you Go To Jamils, Tell Him and Samira THAT NANO BE SALEM!
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Postby Abou Jamra » Mon May 28, 2007 6:43 pm

Friday 25th


We drove down to saida and had kneffe there. I done my grocery shopping and bought lots and lots of fruit and vegetables. On average I am going through one kilo of “lawz” a day and two kilos of “Janerek”. Both go down very well with salt and almaza.

A friend of mine called and said she will be coming to Jieh, she drove up from Beirut and we spent the day the Jieh Marina resort. The landscaping done there is very nice, the resort itself is big and units are selling for USD$160 000. We enjoyed lunch there, a few drinks and we hired a canoe. I don’t know who was more embarrassed her or I. I mean for Christ’s sake she knew we were going there yet she comes fully dressed, hair straightened, make up and all, jewellery and high heels. WTF, where are we going? I asked. I was in shorts, t-shirt and white thongs. I took my top off and jumped in the pool. She spent half an hour in the bathroom getting changed and she was still wearing her high heels when she came back. Stuff bikini and high heels. What is this a Snoop Dogg video? She refused to spread the towel on the sand, so she calls the waiter and asks him to do it for her. We sat there for three minutes then she starts nagging about something in French, I reminded her that my French is very limited, “off sorry Cherie but something 3am be 3a2wesne” she said. So we moved to the huts. Again she wanted someone to spread the towel, I offered to do it, and she wouldn’t let me. I was sick of being polite and acting like a nice guy. Kess ekhtek I said hete al manshafee. I took the towel put it on the bunk and told her 23ede bala taghneej? Finally 2a3adet. And nothing 3am be32wes this time. I wanted to swim in the beach she wanted the pool. I insisted on the beach 3anadet ma bada. We got the canoe and I made sure we fell in the water shkareye. Beirut girls are spoilt little brats.

We came to shore, sat in the bunks, and before you know she orders an Arghile. I kept my cool, and praying that no one sees me smoking arghile by the pool, how embarrassing. “Please ma tensa joujou zakerne next time to bring the maid with me” She said. “Maid, shoo maid, beke shee… lasho badek sri lankeye hawn” I replied, please “joujou speak in anglais” she says. Rabek 3a rabe al anglais, dawakhet same rabe, ma32oul haik? She wants her maid to order food for her to change the Fa7hme on the arghile and to spread her towel. Other than her nagging we had a fine day. She invites me over for dinner, I declined politely, perhaps another time, I would love to but 3ande 3azeeme. I love Jieh on Friday nights I am not leaving it for anybody.

I received a phone call from azzigf telling me that he will be canceling his trip to Lebanon. He fears for his safety. Damn I thought, I am going to spend the rest of my summer maintaining his many gardens. It seems that a lot of people have either cancelled or put their travel plans on hold. The shops at nabe younis have been most affected by this. I went to pharmacy to buy some medicine (stupid tonsillitis again) and the chemist starts complaining about how all you people are canceling. 7haram the only people visiting him are Nano’s grandfather Nasser and Amin Mas3oud.

I drove down the block to Jonas. Dr Nassif and Francois were there. I parked the car and made my way to the front gate. Dr Nassif Azzi welcomes me George Abou Jamra haida enta? Keefak? 7amdella 3al saleme. Ahlan wa sahlan. I greeted him in similar way to which Harouns father greeted me without the profanities though. I told him I had sent him an email two weeks prior and arrival and I am yet to receive a response. He went inside grabbed his laptop and showed me the reply which he working on minutes before my arrival. I apologized. Dany I forwaded your greetings to him and I told him how much Haroun admires him. Francois whom I had heard much about greets me, then I meet Dr Nassif sister. I had the most delightful of conversations with Dr Nassif and estez Francois. We discussed national politics and of course village affairs and akeed we exchanged gossip and both discussed our vision of how we would like to see the Jieh. If I stay here our dream our vision will become a reality. I already have a candidate for the Baladiyee 09 elections, they (Dr Nassif and Francois) might disagree with me and it might take some time to convince the person to consider running… I better keep my mouth shut, Harouns knows who my candidate will be and I can assure you all here will vote for him. When the time comes I will tell you who he is and we will start the campaign. For the time being our full support is behind Dr George Nader Azzi. I can’t disclose too much information yet.

Dr Nassif and I walked on the golden Jieh shore and we had the most delightful of conversations, I received a history lesson I will never forget and I one which I will tell my children and my children’s children.

A very dear friend of mine who holds a very special place in my heart, my teacher and my mentor called me and invited me for dinner and a tour Beirut. Yes I know I said previously I wouldn’t leave the Jieh for anybody on a Friday night, but this was not just anybody. This was Ashtarout, this was Delirium this was Joumana. There are no words to describe her beauty, her intellect and her persona, for a very long time joumana to me was a dream a myth. She was my everything, my country, my mother and my flag. I will share her writings with you one day.

She picked me up from jieh and we made our way to Beirut. It was a ghost town. We went downtown, ashrafieh, Monot, jemayze the bars were open but they were deserted not a single soul there. On any given Friday you can’t walk in these suburbs they are usually over crowed. We stayed in Jemayze I forgot the name of the bar which we went to, but I will never forget seeing (a few) people drinking getting drunk whilst listening to SHN who delivering his speech at the time. Welcome to the beauty and barbarity of Lebanon.

We had a few drinks there, and then we drove to Jounieh in the hope that bars and pubs will be a little more lively there. Unfortunately no. Jounieh, Debaiye, Kasslik all were deserted the only cars on the roads were the army trucks and us two free souls. Crazy!!! Perhaps. We went to the Saniours, we had dinner there and few drinks. Then came back home. You know there are moments and people in your life which you will never forget and every minute with Joumana is one of those moments.

Saturday 26th

Got out of bed around lunchtime, I was so hung over. Dany Azzi invited me over lunch and I had my second lunch at the Baladiyee with Dr George nader Azzi. Seafood this time, my favorite. As always conversation with Dr Azzi turns political. We discussed the upcoming presidential elections and how the Doctor came to be baladiye president with 80% of the Jieh Christian vote. I am yet to discuss with him in detail the village concerns, I was waiting for Hanna, azzigf and Haroun to come so that they could also present their vision. In all honesty, Dr George Nader Azzi is performing to the best of his ability the problem with the Baladiye is similar to that of the AJCC it lacks vision. They need lessons in community planning and community development.


After lunch Dany, Bernard, Charbel and I went drove up to baser to hunt. Each carrying a “jefet” and over stocked with ammunition. We had little luck and only managed to shoot down 3 little birds. “joursa” kena 3emleen 3azeeme tonight at my house what are we going to feed people. I think Dany is still up there now, looking for the lost bird. Dany thinks he shot one down and he is still waiting to recover it. After our hunting trip we went down to Jieh Beach (walid farid) I cant remember him, but he told me story about my childhood years, how I use to take up water containers to Talet Abou Hussein during the war, how I used to urinate on school girls from our balcony as they walked to school, how he used to throw me high in the air and how my nick name was ABOU BLEI2. Apparently I used to love watching Abou Blei2 on TV and jump up and down and start clapping every time he was on TV. I can’t remember Abou Blei2. Can You? Please tell me about him…

Beirut was still quite and people were still scared to go out. We played soccer in the basket ball court, then all the jieh boys came down to my house for drinks and a BBQ. What an unbelievable night. We had a ball, we stayed drinking singing and dancing till 3.30 am. You guys in Sydney don’t know how to have fun. Really you don’t. You’re boring. Everybody gets drunk here, everybody dances on tables, everybody sings. Every song is from the khaser wa bel nezel. Every body belongs to a political party. Every body swears and everybody curses. Try doing that in Sydney and they all embarrass you. They want to pull you of tables, they wont let you drink, they wont let you sing, they wont let you swear. NOTHING. Your fun nazis. If you think I am bad, damn I am sure you have seen the boys and girls here. Usually at the end of the night I am the one who is been looked after and escorted to the bathroom to spew, here I had to nurse 17 people.

Sunday

We all went to church late, hungry and hung over in time for communion. Following mass, the town people some as far as ma2asbe started to complain about the level of noise we made. But all in good spirit. The Beirut mob were here. I had lunch at taunt Rossets house with Maroun, Rony, Katrine and co. I stopped past Harouns place for a game of basketball then I received a phone call from Edgar who was meeting me at Jonas. I polished myself with carrot sun tanning oil and made my way down. We stayed there for a few hours then came back to Harouns place. Jack was getting killed he lost the game 13-2. He faked a groin injury and stopped the match. He asked me to join him on his jog I declined I wasn’t wearing runners. So we took a walk down to Saint George’s and down to the beach. What a sight looooooooooooooool. The Arabs were doing the dabke on the beach, whilst smoking the arghile at the same time. We walked back and caught up with every body out side Harouns dads house.

Subject of Conversation

Abouna Joseph is coming back to Jieh. Yes MR Everything. I was dying from laughter as everybody started to imitate him and his habits. This is a developing story, I will keep you up dated, were even considering visiting the Moutran and perhaps storming Bkirki. Nobody wants him here. And we will make sure that he doesn’t come.

Charbel, dany and I went to Rmaile to get khebez mar2ouk, we were stopped at a checkpoint and asked to present identification. Damn. I left my passport at home. They searched danys car and found the ammunition from our hunting trip the day before. They called the captain. I explained to him that I was from Australia he didn’t care he wants identification. I said it was at home. Dany intervened and told him he was the son of the baladiye president. He apologized sent his regards to the doctor and he let us go. Welcome to Lebanon. Balad al wasayet.

Rony, katrine and I went down to Beirut for dinner. The traffic on the highway was unbelievable everybody was heading back down after spending the weekend away from Beirut.

Gotta go i will write some more soon.

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Postby Abou Jamra » Mon May 28, 2007 6:59 pm

i posted this with the net cafe owner over my back.

Haroun he asked about your signature.

then he went to the phone.

i am not coming back here. if anything happens to me i was at the cafe near Bambo Bay.
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Postby haroun » Tue May 29, 2007 4:06 am

That explains the two calls I got this morning.. one from Kandahar and the other from Tehran!. I wonder how much time the cafe owner has on his hands to monitor his patron's every activity. If he continues to wonder about my siganture it's none other than his beloved prime minister. :wink:

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Postby Charbel » Tue May 29, 2007 12:11 pm

I wrote emails to Australia from Bamboo Bay computer shop.

Worst connection ever. Kids were busy playing counter strike and the net wasnt working. The old man finally let me use his laptop to email.
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Postby Charbel » Tue May 29, 2007 12:18 pm

and what you said about Beirut girls is pretty much spot on in my opinion.

Girls and Boys.

Although I didnt have a chance to interact with the youth while i was there cause i was busy touring the country and not enough time to socialise, i got the impression, they were a bit of Airy Fairy heads.

Over americanising themselves. Escapism. They dont want to face the reality , troubles and problems that are lurking just under the surface thinking the flower power way and disco will illiminate the countries problems or hope they will go away without having to face them.

One year later the country got a hiding by Israel and Hassoun, 2 years later, the country is on the brink of collapse from within.... Flower power and disco can only do so much.


But we diagress from the topic at hand.

Great reporting once again.
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Postby Abou Jamra » Tue May 29, 2007 2:18 pm

Monday 28

Breakfast at the Boustani bakery near Mafra2 Barja. The road leading up to Barja is under heavy construction. The whole 2km leading up to Barja are been paved, not to make the usually dangerous road any safer and neither to make way for a footpath and definitely not to plant any trees. They are installing cables which will make Barja shine. Yes Barja will have 24hr electricity. 24/7. I will discuss this with Dr George Nader when I meet him next. The cables run along the eastern and north eastern front of Jieh, why are we been overlooked? Do we need to place pictures of Harriri and Jumblatt all over the village to be simply granted this right? Is the baladiye lobbying for this? I don’t think so. Day by day I am starting the realize the root cause of all problems in Lebanon. It’s the people. They badmouth and they complain yet they do nothing. I am starting to wonder if I am
going to be the only person who is going to go up to the Motran to oppose him allocating Abouna Joseph as parish priest.

The jieh is quite, people are still scared to travel and the tourists aren’t here yet. My tonsils are killing me. I had little energy to do anything. The weather was great but I was too sick to go to the beach. Too sick to go anywhere. I done some cleaning and done my washing. I torched the shrub along side our driveway causing a mini bush fire. It’s legal here, everybody does it. At any given time of day somebody is burning something. From a distance it looks like the Jieh is under attack. I will discuss this in my report to the village council. I discussed it briefly with Dr George Nader and asked him if something could be done about this (cleaning up the shrub especially the ones on the road leading up to the Church) he said it was private property and the council has no control over it, it’s not there job. In my report I will request to council to impose some sort of rule and possible fine those people who don’t maintain the boundaries of their fields.

I have been drinking lots of tea and honey and plenty of lemon juice. I have never been this ill before. And its too hot to sleep, I need to sweat it out. I walked up to the cemetery, past the first gate and into the second. First thing that came to mind is what do those monks do inside the monastery? Do they play play station or something? Why can’t they maintain the cemetery? What cant they water the garden? What cant they fertilize the grass, the trees and the plants? Why can’t they sweep the cemetery grounds?

I went there to pay my respects to my late grand father Fahim but I didn’t know where to find him. What is going on here? Does anybody care? Perhaps Francois was right when he requested the opening of another cemetery. I asked the priest where my grand father can be found, he said ask lijnet al wa2ef they have book, there you will find his name, yeslamo abouna I said. Ha!!!

I crossed the road into the war memorial. The first thing that caught my attention was the Chinese laundry of the Syrian workers living under the church. Lazy bunch they are, bas kater khayron. Deep down I feel that a miracle will happen here upon the completion of the church. And when it does happen it will happen to them. I am certain that our lady of the morning star will bless them. The ink on the names engraved on the war memorial is beginning to fade. The trees, the plants and the grass are taking their natural course, the garden is superb. The olive tress are ideally located in the middle of the garden, adding a touch of spirituality to the place. The hall down stairs is huge, it will cater for the largest of jieh weddings. The place is very special all it needs is people. When will you come back? Will you come back?


I walked through the hara up to my uncle’s house. The view from his balcony is remarkable. Although at times you do get to feel as though you are at the Grand Prix. Motor Bike riders ride are ridiculous speeds on the freeway, they are fast, furious and incredibly loud. Half the units in the Hara are been leased out to Arabs whilst a few others are up for sale. I will put forward a request to the AJCC dealing with matter, and I will send an open letter to the jieh people which I believe will shock many. I will ask the AJCC to mortgage its house in Belfield and invest in property here, its much more profitable. I will study this issue carefully before putting forward my proposal. Jieh land, especially Jieh land owned by Christians must remain theirs. Some might disagree but in all honesty who cares. They couldn’t care less about the AJCC or the Jieh. I am sick of the old guard opposing everything whilst offering no other alternative. I am sick of rivalry and jealousy. Nobody is working for the common good, nobody has a long term vision, and if anyone dares to propose one they are labeled “majnoon, akhwat” and easily dismissed. Unless, that person of course is wealthy then his opinion is highly regarded. What a pity.

I walked through the village as I have been doing everyday, thinking as always of what could be.

In the evening we went down to the rawshe for dinner. The place was buzzing with foreigners but sadly no locals who yet again have chosen to remain indoors. I don’t know how long Beirut can remain like this.

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Postby Prince Cadmus II » Tue May 29, 2007 3:50 pm

I too hate this whole whinging attitude of the people. You got it right AJ, it is the people who are the problem. The everyday Joe Bloggs, the person who stands behind you, the person who stands in front of you in the line at the supermarket, the person who sits next to you on the bus. They are the problem. In a way, you'd hope something would give them a wake up call, but please leave the cemetery alone, remember.. dead people don't complain about such matters. I go there just to pay my respects, knowing that at some time in the past, there was a body there that belong to my ancestors, I make my peace with it, and leave. It is, after all a cemetery, not a tourist attraction.

I don't like shrubs either, I think we should have streets of Jieh to be paved like it was Greenacre or something, this whole tight ass thing is not on.

By the way, what have they done with that big whole in the middle of the road just north of the Baladiyye office in Maqasbe? Is that still cordoned off with witches hats or have they found a solution to the engineering mistake that it is?
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Postby Nano » Wed May 30, 2007 6:33 am

I hate reading this :( Its making me ever so envious!


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Postby danyhr » Thu May 31, 2007 12:53 am

i'm also envious. I don't know if we are still going this summer.
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Postby Nano » Thu May 31, 2007 12:59 am

AJ's Posts make me Feel somewhat Nostalgic.

However i do have some regret about the last time i went to lebanon.
I Fell in love with the Jieh, thus was reluctant to leave and see the beauty of the rest of lebanon!

I Fell in love with the People, with the fun nights, with the atmosphere, with the Hospitality, and most of all with the Cheap 250L Coke bottles at Jamils!
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Postby Abou Jamra » Fri Jun 01, 2007 10:48 am

Tuesday

My body temperature is very high and my tonsils are getting worse. I spent most of the morning in bed, only getting up to make myself tea honey and lemon and to take some medicine. Done my grocery shopping at the Abou Chaoki supermarket. Abou Rabieh never misses an opportunity to stir me. He is always taking cheap shots at GMA and the opposition and is always first to praise Walid Jumblat who will be coming to Jieh this Saturday, something which I am really looking forward to.

I spent some time with Fred who will be getting engaged to Roula this weekend at the Jieh Marina resort. We had lunch with Rony then I spent the rest of day in bed.

Wednesday

Tribunal Day. Lebanon is on hold. People are expecting the worst. There is a nationwide ban on fire works today. The troop presence near Mafra2 Barja and Nabe Younis had tripled by midday, and they could increase tonight. It thundered this morning; perhaps a sign of what’s to come and that was followed by rain. Very ironic. Although it wasn’t humid it was incredibly foggy. It could be a sand storm from Egypt. We cancelled our trip to Jbeil and stayed in Jieh. It’s too dangerous to go anywhere and it could remain like that for a few more days. Hopefully Beirut will be back to normal this weekend.

Spent the day walking around the village and visiting family and friends. Rather than coffee I was served fresh lemon juice. Every body here has some herbal remedy to cure my illness. Katrine served me a mix of herbs and spices with tea, lemon and honey. Others offered me water and salt, some boiled mint, some boiled snake skin (which I refused).

Lebanon was on hold at 8pm, every body was watching the news and it remained like that till 11.30 pm. The Security Council passed UNCR1757. Other than the army jeeps not a single car on the roads. We watched the news on the top balcony of the Abou Chaoki supermarket whilst playing 14. As soon as the council passed the resolution Barja rejoiced. The fire works ban was ignored and you could here gun shots. I wonder what was going through the boy’s minds at Nabe Younis. There were reports that a bomb had gone off at Ein al Remeneh every body panicked and starting calling their friends there. Fortunately it was just loud fireworks but some body had thrown a hand grenade causing minimal damage near St Joseph’s church in Shia7. We sighed with relief and resumed our cards game.

Thursday.

Tonyyy, tonyyyy, ya tonyyyyyyyyy. Wtf who is this? I heard sharp scream out side my house. I looked out the balcony I thought somebody must have been run over. Fortunately not. It was the maid. I had told her to clean up the stairs. Esme mesh tony esme George I said. Wlak keefak ya tony ba3dak neyem. La2 2eyem. I let her in and she hosed the stairs. I asked how much? She wanted 20 000 LL. “What 3a shoo? It took you 30 minutes to complete the job, you left it wet, and I slipped coming down.” I felt bad, I hate exploiting the working class, but she was clearly taking advantage me. Talking of the working class I am doing a bit of research trying to see if there is an organization to protect the maids. These people are in desperate need of a union.

Rony picked me up and we took the groom to be Fred with us and we went down to Beirut. Shopping at Arax in Bourj Hamoud little Armenia, Jewellery and Basterma shops at every corner. We had lunch at Sin el Fil followed by desert at Sea Sweet also at Sin el Fil. Everybody is on edge. Some streets are blocked and being patrolled by the army, you can no longer park your car outside shops (although I believe that this order is only temporary, Lebanon will be back to its disobedient way very soon). The army checkpoint on the highway from Beirut to Jieh have been dramatically reduced, actually on the way down not a single one. It took us 25 minutes.

We were exhausted we stayed there till 6 pm then headed back to Jieh. I too am beginning to feel the same way Nano felt. Honestly ma 2ele 2aleb to leave the Jieh. It is beautiful here. The Tribunal has come and gone. People are so over it. It was so over rated. Danyhr is right all this blood has gone in vain. Another week and every body will forget about it.

It’s the first day of summer and Michel Hayek who is idolized here has predicted it to be a peaceful summer. The situation in Naher al Bared is under control. As every thing here it is been politicized. It won’t get worse than this. If the Sunni controlled government wished to deal with and had any true intentions of riding us of those terrorists it would have done so. Honestly it hasn’t even been 24 hrs since the UNCR was passed and life is starting to get back to normal. The highway is again buzzing with traffic heading in both directions.

Went to the internet café, and I informed you guys that Wally Jumblat will be coming here this Saturday. Really looking forward to it. What do you guys suggest I wear? Orange t-shirt or should I be a bit more formal and wear an orange shirt?

My mother’s uncle Fares Hanna invited me over to dinner. He is leaving Lebanon with his wife to be Coco on Friday. We got the BBQ going, opened the almaza and enjoyed it with “lawz” yummy with a touch of salt. The food smelt delicious, I love BBQ’ed onions and meat.

Just as we were about to start eating I received a phone call from Mark a friend of mine from Australia living with his grand parents in Zgharta. He has been here for a week. He has gotten him self into trouble with the Darak. He has been involved in a car accident, in an unregistered car, without a driver’s license and without his passport. The idiot left it at his grand parents house in Zgharta. He doesn’t know many people here and he was panicking. I drove down to Jdeide without getting lost. I was hopping they wouldn’t send me to Zghrata to get his identification. I got there, ahlan bel watan I greeted the Darak. Ya hala meen 7hadertak? Shit who are they expecting, George Azzi from Sydney, I presented my passport. They asked how I knew mark I told them we are college friends. What I feared was proposed, they asked me to go to his grandparents house in Zgharta and get his passport. I don’t know the way there. I told the geniuses why don t you contact the Police station in Zgharta and have somebody from there go to his grandparent’s house, and you can get any documents you need. “3am tetzeka 3laina” they said. I didn’t know how to react; I didn’t want to be a smartass so I kept my mouth shut. Mark called his parents in Australia who contacted his cousins in Zgharta. I am thinking the same thing you guys are, why didn’t he have his cousins numbers stored on his phone? 3ajeebe those Zghertaweye. Any way. We stayed there for 2 hours, I acted like my Arabic was limited I didn’t want to be interrogated, Mark speaks very little if any Arabic so we communicated in English which clearly bothered the darak who thought we were mocking them. I didn’t know what to do, and calling someone from the jieh was going to be my last course of action. I don’t need there gossip, I mean can you imagine they would shift the blame on me whilst al I am doing is helping out a friend. Mark’s cousin Milad shows up with his grandmother and a few other relatives. Milad must have a wasta or something he spoke to the senior constable for about 10 minutes and they let Mark go. They Marks cousins refused to let me drive back to Jieh alone. They called some more of their relatives (they reside in Jounieh) and the tailed me back to Jieh. Very nice of them. I invited them over. How embarrassing no electricity. Darn. We enjoyed candle light drink and an arghile at my house. An event full evening wasn’t it?

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Postby Charbel » Fri Jun 01, 2007 1:27 pm

I wanna see a Maids Workers Union.
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