What a terrible feeling to witness, from the front row, the collapse of a country. Although we knew that we were going to hit the wall head-on, that the shock was going to be of incredible violence and that there would be no much left of post-war Lebanon at the end, the feelings these events arouse when they occur are no less powerful. Whatever you say, you are never really prepared for the worst.
A Lebanon is dying before our eyes without us being able to do anything about it. The population is getting poorer. The country is going to be downgraded. Schools are in danger. Businesses are closing. Young people, who can, are leaving. The “Lebanese-style” way of living is threatened, as it had never been before, even during the war.