
By Robert Fisk
in Beirut @indyvoices
Maybe it’s because I live in Lebanon, and return to Beirut from Aleppo and Damascus, that the place seems so “normal”. While all around this little jewel, the Middle East burns – Syria, the occupied West Bank, Iraq, Yemen, Libya, increasingly Egypt and, alas, Turkish Kurdistan
– Lebanon glistens brightly in the darkness, largely untarnished by the
horrors on the other side of its borders. Or so it seems.
We might be forgiven for believing that this little paradise still
exists in the Arab world. True, Lebanon has no president, no functioning
government and constant power cuts (I currently have three electricity
outages a day, sometimes totalling six hours, without a generator).
Reading by candlelight might seem as romantic as Milton – preferably
without its physical effect on him – but it gets a little boring after a
while.
True, the Syrian war has stained Lebanon. Mosque bombings, the
attempted destruction of the Iranian embassy by suicide killers, the
brief capture of the Lebanese town of Ersal by Isis and the beheading of
Lebanese soldiers who were seized there, seemed to foreshadow a replay
of the country’s old civil war. Hezbollah fighters from southern Lebanon receive military funerals when they are driven home by the dozen from the Syrian battlefields. Sunni and Alawite (Shia) gunmen have fought in the northern city of Tripoli.