In fact, it's simple, Lebanon has the worst world leaders

The video was taken with a makeshift phone.The image is so pixelated that it looks like it comes from far away.Of an old world, of a bygone era.The sound is blurred, and it is difficult to discern what man tries to say.But we understand that he is raining, that he is in one of these distress that hears and sees himself, without even needing her or images.The drama can be read everywhere on his crumpled face and his extinct eyes, everywhere on his hunchbacked body, boxed, and his empty hands that he entrusts to the sky by turning them over.The video has not however sent so far or for so long that it.The filmed scene took place in Bab El-Tebbané, in Tripoli, last Wednesday."Look at that, the world!"There is neither electric current nor current from the generator.My daughter will give me between my hands, what do I do?I break all around me?Look, the world!My daughter's oxygen machine no longer works and she will suffocate.I looked everywhere for electricity, a current generator for the machine, but there is nothing.My daughter, she no longer breathes.And we are all going to explode, "said the man in Marcel misshapen, the child and his oxygen mask on one arm, the respiratory system on the other.

Is it still Lebanon?

Charlotte arrives in front of the cafe where we met, right when I watch these images of man in Tripoli.She comes back from a feminist demonstration, place de la République, and ensures to put her Vélib well in parallel with other bikes which are carefully parked on the sidewalk.In my back, I receive the light conversations of people sitting around, interspersed with the tingling of the cutlery and the rumble of the servers.The result of the regional elections which makes them pest, the "mediocre" performances of Anne Hidalgo which wants to make pedestrian a whole sector of the center of Paris - that makes them grow too - the vaccination passport and the constraint of a PCR to go inHolidays, "PFT" again, then the time it does and the disqualification of France at the Euro.Pft.You can imagine that it is a coffee in Paris where it was good to be deconfined on this summer afternoon.Except that on my screen, the video of the father who cries in Tripoli, of the child decked out in this oxygen machine emptied of oxygen, continues to curl.

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À la vue de ma mine visiblement défaite, Charlotte me dit comme ça : « Qu’est-ce qui ne va pas ? Is it still Lebanon?»» « Oui, encore le Liban."In a desire to explain to Charlotte that every time we think we have touched the bottom of the abyss, we find ourselves sink more, I showed her the video of Tripoli.Charlotte cried, admitting to me, however, that she had not understood all this convoluted story of electric current and generator.For her who has lived all her life in France, the idea that electricity can cut herself seems to her as an unreality, do you think well.Meanwhile, next to us, people live and talk about a life that we have known one day, children running in the park, parents who watch them grow and in any case something that looks like normalitythe most banal, but from which we were deprived.All returned after seeing these images of unnamed violence, Charlotte asked me that I explain to her "what is happening in Lebanon", but in real life, what is behind these figures, behind the scenes of whatharass the info.But how can we say a country that collapses and disappears?Where to start the story of an end?What words to tell the irraconitable?And above all, what terms that are up to this absurdity in which we were thrown?

Stolen and killed

Because throughout the description that followed, it was necessary to see the eyes of Charlotte, widened and dumbfounded, which seemed to watch a series B series of science fiction.However, all that I told him are things that we find almost banal, on our side of the world.In Lebanon, people have impoverished themselves overnight because their banks, supposed to watch over their savings, the fruit of the work of a life, preferred the laziness to lend this money to a central bank, supposedly guaranteeing aEconomic stability, but which in turn deliberately chose to lend these deposits to a thief and corrupt state, in return for staggering interests."It is therefore a real Ponzi scheme, but who beats Madoff, what".Absolutely Charlotte, and the worst part is that all this capital has disappeared."That is to say, is there no more money at all?" Nothing.In Lebanon, Charlotte, people who have not had the privilege of leaving only do tails, their daily lives comes down to that, getting on the row and waiting, looking at the world that falls on their heads.They make the line to claim their own money, these peculiates that they were disoriented to bring together, penniless, because they knew that once aged, no one will look at them."Yes, their own money, Charlotte, you heard me."These people, before or after the bank, they put their cars in several kilometers away, for a drop of essence which often ends up tearing up the strength of weapons.I showed her the images, she rubbed her eyes believing that.The supermarket, the pharmacy, the milk for children, all this, no need to talk about it, since it no longer exists for them and the rest of the stocks is funded with this same money, theirs, loaned to theirUnsuct to the leaders who have won everything.

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In Lebanon, Charlotte, when these people go home after these days of battles for nothing (apart from what is due to them), these people are immersed in darkness and absolute heat.All because even electricity, "even that?", Our leaders have managed to shave their boxes, so that Lebanon and people find themselves today in the dark, literally and figuratively.These same leaders, yes, it is them, who were at the controllers of the civil war, the after wars, of those which they try to provoke today and, I almost forgot, the explosion in the explosionport."And they are still there, that's what I don't understand ...".Absolutely.I do not understand either, but they are more tenacious and determined than ever, so much so that they will come to tear off from his home anyone who dares to post a tweet that annoys them."So they have stolen and killed you, and they continue to do so to this day.In fact, it's simple, Lebanon has the worst world leaders.»»

And without realizing it, better than me and in so few words, Charlotte had just summarized Lebanon today.By forgetting one thing no doubt: that these worst world leaders govern one of the most admirable peoples that are.

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