Write again after several months of absence, but to what end? Expressing dismay that overwhelms me as most Lebanese, facing the ridiculous spectacle of a handful of crooked executives, nostalgic for a past marked by violence, wars and victories of the small neighborhood.
In 1975 they were called "kabadays" these poor tribal leaders, I still remember wandering the streets with an air of complacency that gives authority to the feeble-minded. Some of them have become our leaders by a group worshiped as gods, hated by others as the worst vermin. They disgust me I think all the blood they shed, the tears they have caused, and seeing them everyday on TV, I sometimes say that they may well go again ... another round of small wheels, Just for fun, to feel the adrenaline rush of the player, aware of the absurd cycle that leads him on tortuous paths of human degradation, but victims of his impulses. The player is lonely, he does in his wake as his sad family, "kabaday" He enjoys the suffering of others, of their submission. This is why it is the perfect character Sadien, he reverses the moral values and evil becomes law, the enjoyment that comes from barbarism is the only objective ... everything else is just rhetoric and palaver. 33 years that we bassinent with patriotic spirit, accusing others of treason, sanctifying all-out characters that we have known for most of us that plastered on the walls of our dirty cities. Often
past the "Holiday in" I have this strange feeling that nothing has changed, I am my father, I'm 32 and I see this hotel burn, flames that do not want to die . Should it be a war to conquer a hotel, it may be enough to buy ... still, there we are! The war of hotels and small powers. What crap!
