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April 13, 1975, the official date of the Lebanon war, the country descended into violence and chaos, friends no longer recognize, on behalf of a cause, I do not know very well why. The death toll begins in the early days, very soon the number of victims runs into thousands, the nameless dead, those who do not understand, caught unawares between 2 traffic lights, going to work, to their doorsteps, in their bath, they would later be called martyrs of the war. These, we forgot them, go for nothing, random shooting, because ideas of their beliefs, their recklessness.
But it is the dead that does not erase the memories that continue to haunt us each year as if time had stopped with their disappearance, the Christian myth of resurrection or unhealthy nostalgia, how to describe a phenomenon that we offers the spectacle of these grim pictures yellowed by the years, plastered on the walls of small streets. Everyone has their own idol, who could have saved the nation from decay, the war hero, an icon of youth, the irreplaceable, the guarantor of freedoms. They are named in poetic speech accents, it is their spokespeople are claiming their progeny, are defending their obsolete ideas, they are our conscience.
In one of his best works, "The Green Room", François Truffaut embodied a character who refused to death at the point of not wanting to live with the living, he decorated his house with portraits of all those around him died, worshiped at the hundreds of missing refusing to be deleted from his memory. But Truffaut's neurosis fell to existential questions, how to accept what we know, this individual experience that takes us into the unknown and leaving in its wake orphans of love.
The culture of death in Lebanon is other, it is demagogy, it is provocative, it is a refusal of the present moment, it is an opportunity to wave flags symbols of the fragmentation of the country, it is fanaticism. These annual commemorations, I emits no emotion, just hate, about crass politics, intentions and devious vengeful crowds.
must honor the dead for who they are, stories, a link with the past, the memory of a happy day, a smile, suffering. They no longer exist, they no longer think, let them rest in peace, take care of those left!