Beirut, heart explosion

 

Still trying to process what happened, while watching over and over again all the videos of the blast, photos of the destroyed houses and streets... Those same streets we endlessly walked... Those bars, cinemas, cafés, rooftops that hold so much of our memories, our dancing and laughing… Those same streets i roamed every day after work, under the rain and every sunset, that city where we fell in love… All of them are gone. People have lost their houses, friends have lost their security or any sense of belonging.

How can we mourn all this loss? Especially if it is the result of a corrupted government and system and not a natural disaster? When it is out of complete negligence? Leaving 2,750 tonnes of Ammonium nitrate stored at the port of Beirut for 6 years!! Resulting in a massive explosion for a still unknown reason, leaving 300 000 homeless people, 7000 injured and at least 220 deaths…

I’ve been feeling profoundly sad, devastated and helpless. I cannot even imagine what my friends and family experienced there. Feeling death so near. So many times…

Grief journey… letting this sadness fill me up, allowing it to pass through my body… Cause eventhough we are on the other side of the Mediterranean, we did feel it in our hearts, in our bones…

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Sending so much love and strength to our Beirut and all its residents!