I just want to wake up and
find out it's all been some kind of bad dream, or that it's over and everything
is back to normal. This is dragging on and on. It's depressing. I'm tired of
this. I just want it to be over.
Ok.... now that I've gotten my
minute of self-pity out of the way I can get on with the day.
Yesterday my husband went to a
wedding in a town to the west of Tripoli. 'Why would someone want to get
married now?' I asked. 'Don't ask me' was the reply. My husband was duty bound
to attend and went in a carpool with his brothers in order to conserve
gasoline. He left Tripoli thinking that he was going someplace to eat lunch and
then would return, but he was at the mercy of the driver who had decided to
stay longer and spend the night.
When my husband didn't return
yesterday afternoon my son and I started calling to find out if he was OK, but
of course there were no phone lines. Finally we managed to get through in the
evening; he was safe and would come home the following day. He'll probably be
crabby by the time he gets home, wearing yesterday's clothes and looking
rumpled from a night of sleeping on a thin cushion on the drafty floor. I don't
know if he'd brought his medicine with him - probably not...sigh...
I watched the news this
morning to see what progress, if any, had been made. It was still about the
same as the day before. One thing that struck me while I watched the team of
Libyans who are representing the 'new Libya', is how OLD they looked. Shabanee
(plural: shabeen) - old man. All of them are old, while Libya, the new Libya,
is comprised of mostly the young (shabab).
Are these old men going to be
able to run a new, young Libya? How many of their ideas are entrenched in the
old corrupt ways of the past? Are they falling all over each other trying to
make gains for themselves? Or are they selfless souls struggling for a better
Libya? These old men meet, talk, wheel and deal, while the shabab fight, shed
blood and lose their lives. Libya is made up of mostly young people, with a
young spirit and new ideas - Do these 'shabeen' have the spirit of the
'shabab'? Do they have new ideas in their greying and balding heads?
Saturday, April 2nd, 2011
I think I need
anti-depressants... I think the entire country needs them... sigh...
Watched the news today.
Finally, finally, finally... they've decided to get organized over there in the
east. They have finally decided not to let the tourist warriors with their
knives and machetes and their penchant for shooting their guns off in the air
(at nothing, just to make noise and make them feel manly) get anywhere near the
Watching the news of the
fighting in the east has been like watching the three stooges but instead of
three there are hundreds or maybe thousands of stooges. I've been waiting for
this to finally happen. Hopefully with
some organization the fighting will improve now, and I will be able to watch
the news without pulling my hair out and screaming 'Oh my God! You idiots! Get
those fools off the front lines!'.
I still think I need
anti-depressants though... sigh... we all do.
We got the daily fly-over
today, on schedule, as usual. Nothing in the vicinity has been bombed in days.
I took a walk in the farm,
stopping to collect ripe loquats, called nesboli, in Libya. I don't really like
loquats very much, but the choice of fruit available in the market is limited
these days - apples, my favourite, are shriveled looking, pithy and expensive.
So loquats that only cost the time and trouble to walk out to pick them are on
the daily menu for a while. It won't be long before the apricots will be
I've been working on a project
that I had shelved in the past because I didn't have enough time. Now I have
plenty of time, I need to pace myself to go slower so I don't finish it too
quickly! How funny!
I visited a friend today. We
had a nice chat - it felt good to get out of the house for a while and see someone.
Of course the discussion was mostly about the war and wondering when it would
There is news of a Ukrainian
ship in the harbor that will evacuate any Americans that want to leave. I'm not
sure where they will take you. Once they drop you off you are on your own. I
wonder how much tickets cost to the US for seven people. It doesn't really
matter because the money is in the bank and the banks here don't have any cash
to give you anyway. So we will stick around.
Someone mentioned today that
they heard the war may last another six months. Is that possible? No one has
been paid - or if they have had their salary direct deposited in their accounts
they can't get to it anyway - no cash. I went to the supermarket today. Food
supplies are dwindling. Soon people won't have cash in their hands to buy what
is available. Six months? What will life be like in six months if things
continue at this pace?
I've got a first draft for the
project I'm working on. I feel satisfied that it's underway and I can now pick
it apart and write and rewrite. It's giving me something to think about besides
the hellhole that Libya is turning into.
No bombings nearby for four
days. I feel like we've been abandoned.
I didn't sleep well last
night. We could hear gunshots and machine gun fire coming from the main road
throughout the night. I'm not sure what it was all about.
My husband went out at dawn
and managed to fill up his truck's gas tank. Hopefully he will take my car
tomorrow. We've been keeping driving down to a minimum, but still you never
know what might happen - the idea that we have full tanks is reassuring.
People are running low on
cash. The banks haven't had any cash in days. I spoke to a friend who offered a
refugee woman from Mali some flour and baking powder in exchange for cleaning
her house for the day and the women was more than happy to work for food.
Another friend got her hair cut in exchange for a few packages of cookies. I'm
now looking around my house with an eye for what I can use for barter.
Wednesday, April 6th, 2011
The internet came on for about
5 minutes this morning. I was able to chat with my sister and reassure her that
we were OK. I got to the comments on my blog and made a short post - thanks to
everyone who commented.
My inbox is overflowing.
Someone, I don't know who, signed me up for various facebook groups and now
hundreds of emails are sitting in my inbox - clogging up the works. What a
headache! Whoever signed me up for Libyan poetry group, among others, needs to
take a netiquette course! How could you do this to me???? Eventually I will be
able to fully access the internet and try to sort it all out.
I finished a really stupid
book today. It was a ghost story. It was stupid to begin with but I kept
reading it because it was a change from what I usually read. Now I have to
decide what to read next. Another time waster for me has been watching Two and
a Half men. I'm in the middle of season three. I don't really like the series
but each episode is 20 minutes long and I can't seem to sit patiently through a
movie these days. The main idea is to avoid watching the news if at all
possible. I'm trying to only watch the news twice a day, once in the morning
and again in the evening. The news is depressing and I'm trying to avoid
becoming depressed (or more depressed).
I'm not just wasting my days.
I've been doing productive things lately too. I'm nearly finished with putting
together a presentation/workshop about how to implement reading programmes into
English course curriculums, and I'm busy with a friend setting up a consultancy
that will help repatriate ex-pats that were evacuated from Libya with their
belongings that they left behind - a packing-up service. We're not sure if the
packing-up service will get off the ground because of the lack of internet means
a lack of communication - but it's worth a try. It's keeping me relatively sane
and staving off the need to seek out anti-depressants!
Some of the cousins came to
visit. They said that an armed man has been stationed on the roof of their elementary
school. We've been hearing that there are snipers all over town and my husband
has seen them on top of buildings around the city with his own eyes. It gives
me the heebie-jeebies to think they are even on top of schools.
Planes overhead tonight... we
heard a bomb drop but we weren't sure where. We could hear the planes but we
couldn't see them (sometimes we can see point of light in the sky). After a bit
we went back inside. Later on we heard more bombing going on in the distance,
but again it was too far away to tell where it was coming from.
Thursday, April 7th, 2011
NATO's planes flew over today
near mid-day dropping bombs not too far away from where we live. Afterwards we
could still hear planes for quite a while, but we couldn't see them. They don't
usually bomb Tripoli during the day, we wondered what was happening. We'll have
to watch the news like the rest of the world to find out what's going on.
The question in many people's
minds 'Is NATO doing enough?'. It's so frustrating to know civilians are
suffering and in mortal danger.
Libya's re-opened the
neighbourhood co-operatives (jamiyah). Each area has a co-operative that stocks
subsidized food staples: cooking oil, flour, semolina, rice, tea, sugar, pasta
and tomato paste. Each family is allotted a certain amount each month. For the
past few years these co-operatives have been closed for the most part as the
government declared that since they allowed privatized shops to open there
wasn't a need for the jamiyah.
My husband went to the jamiyah
the other day and came home with 10 kilos of sugar, a bag of rice and some cans
of tomato paste. It's not the kind of rice we usually eat and the tomato paste
is crap but I'll save it and use it for barter, or we may end up eating it if
we run out of our supplies. Later when we were watching TV we flipped over to
one of the Libyan channels that was having a programme showing that the
co-operatives were back in business again. They mentioned how much each
person's allotment was. According to the man on the show each person was
entitled to 2 kilos of sugar. I got so angry when I heard that - we had only
been given 10 kilos when we should have gotten 16 kilos! We were cheated out of
6 kilos! It doesn't seem like much but if they cheat each family it adds up. It
really makes me sick to see Libyans stealing from each other. I was so angry
when I heard about the sugar that I didn't pay attention to how much else of
other things we were supposed to get. We probably got cheated on those too.
The excitement of the day was
that my husband finally got around to putting up the pergola over the terrace.
I'm not sure what inspired him but lets just hope he continues to complete all
his unfinished projects around the house. The pergola looks great!
Saturday, April 9th, 2011
The kids had exams today so I
drove them into town for school. They haven't been attending school, they're
just going for the exams. After I dropped them off I drove around looking for
gasoline. After passing by four gas stations that were closed I finally managed
to find a station that was open and the line wasn't that long either. Yipee!
Maybe because everyone was more worried about getting kids to school for exams.
I feel better now that I have a full tank, but I'll need it to get the kids to
school this week.
I stopped at the supermarket
that I usually frequent... there is less merchandise than before. They're
trying to spread the merchandise out along the shelves so that they don't look
empty - it's weird to see an entire shelf that has twelve cans of beans spread
out on it. They're also bringing out weird things that most Libyans wouldn't
eat, such as canned chicken flavoured cocktail wieners for three dinars for a
small can, and bottles of eucalyptus/passion fruit flavoured drink for three
and a half dinars. Who would buy that? Maybe they could put the wieners in
their couscous? How much longer will we be able to hold out?
I got a haircut today. It was
really amazing how much my hair grew since I had it cut last, of course I've
had plenty of time to watch it grow. I feel better now. Tomorrow I'm having a
pedicure. Soon I'll be all dolled up with nowhere to go.
I tried to take a nap but the
neighbour decided it was time to take out his tractor and plow his fields. So I
got up with a headache. I'm trying not to be cranky - but it's hard. My new
haircut looks great with the circles under my eyes!
Other than getting a pedicure
and stopping at the shop to buy some DVDs - nothing exciting happened today. We
watched the news on TV. They got the guy out of the Ivory Coast... but nothing
is going on here..... sigh...
Tuesday, April 12th, 2011
Last night my eye started to
hurt. It felt like something was stuck in my eye but I couldn't see anything in
it, it just looked red, swollen and was extremely painful. This morning I went
to the eye doctor and he said I have an abrasion on my cornea, probably from
rubbing my eye. Now I've got three kinds of drops to take. It feels better to
keep my eye open, when the lid closes over my eye it really smarts. Hopefully
after all the drops start to take effect the pain will go away.
Wednesday, April 14th, 2011
An afternoon bombing raid
disturbed our afternoon of watching the news about the meeting in Doha. Later
we heard lots of gunfire coming from the main road. Other than that it was a
normal day, well, as normal as life gets these days.
Jenna had her last exam. She
said that during the art exam the students were asked to draw a picture. Most
of the kids in the class made good use of the colours red, black and green,
although no one drew the flag.
Thursday, April 13th, 2011
Today I went to the hospital
where I had been teaching English to staff for nearly a year. I visited with a
few students, took down the posters that I had put up in my classroom, and
packed up my students' journals to take home. I wanted to visit the head of the
department to say hello, but I was told that he had mysteriously 'disappeared'
weeks ago. His office door was plastered with pictures of Kadafy.
I've been told by the
'language centre' that sponsored the programme not to give the students their
final assessment marks or final report - if they ever come back to Libya it
will be sorted out then. The students had been on this course for nearly a year
and have nothing on paper to show for it.
To appease my soul and in all fairness to my students who have worked so
hard, I've decided to write a personal reference letter for each of them and
arrange to get it to them along with their journals. They can use the reference
letter to attach to their CVs. It's the least I can do.
I still haven't been paid and
there is no guarantee that I will be. I've spent a chunk of money making calls
to try to chase down my salary.... sigh... no luck so far - so I guess I'm in
the same boat as most Libyans now - most people who worked for companies are
wondering if they will get paid or if they will even have a job in the future.
I've been told if the 'language centre' I worked for reopens in Libya then I
will probably get paid then... if they reopen... when they reopen... it's all
very vague. My evening work is on hold as well since all this began - it's not
safe to go out in the evening. I really miss my students.... sigh..
While I was at the hospital
this morning I saw a sign pointing out the location of the blood bank. I didn't
have enough time today, but hopefully next week I will go back to donate. I'm
going to see if I can get some of my friends to come along and donate too.
In the afternoon we heard
planes go over. Then after a while there were more planes, this time dropping
four bombs. We could see the plumes of smoke rising - one cloud was an eerie
looking yellow colour. 'What was that?' we wondered. Was it a chemical in the
bomb or was it from the target? A short while later there were more planes
overhead, they didn't drop any more bombs so we thought they must be coming
back to check on their work.
|What was that yellow smoke?|
One of the cousin's came to
stay for the weekend. The kids are enjoying their visitor. And I enjoy not
having to nag them about cleaning the house. I've learnt that if you want a
clean house all you have to do is invite one of the kid's friends or cousins
over - the house is ship-shape in no time at all. :)
It was a day for doing laundry
and cooking a big lunch; rice pilaf, Libyan stew with peas, Libyan potato
tagine and tabouli salad. Later in the afternoon Sara and her cousin made
We watched the news and I got
I spent the afternoon writing
reference letters. I also started sorting through books - I've got piles of
books all over the sofa next to my desk and stacked all over the floor
surrounding my desk. Once I stacked them up I got bored (it just made me
depressed) with the job and quit. I need to go for a long walk to clear out the
cobwebs, then I can go back to attacking the books.... maybe later.
Writing the reference letters
and watching the news just made me wish this was all over.
My eye feels much better
today. The doctor called to check to see if I was better and to tell me to keep
up with the drops for a full week. Such a nice doctor :)
Saturday, April 16th, 2011
In the morning I visited a
friend, on the way to her house I stopped by a supermarket and found some fresh
croissants to bring to her. We ate breakfast together and caught up with our
My mother-in-law came for a
visit in the afternoon. We made grilled cheese sandwiches and had tea and
coffee. My mother-in-law looked tired, I think it's time for her check-up in
Tunis but that's out of the question at the moment. As she was leaving, planes
flew over and dropped bombs on the military installation next to Al-Nasser
University. Afterwards we could hear anti-aircraft fire coming from the city.
Sara baked a fantastic
chocolate fudge cake today. It was the highlight of our day. :)
I took Jenna to get her
haircut today... super short! She looks great. I wish I could wear my hair that
short. We stopped to pick up vegetables on the way home.
A friend of mine was coming
over to visit so I made lunch: stuffed peppers, yellow rice, tabouli salad, and
white cake with strawberry jam topping for dessert. Lunch was accompanied by
the sounds of bombing. We didn't hear any planes so I guess it must have been a
missile shot from the sea.
I took a walk in the evening.
The air was fresh and I felt in better spirits today.
Tuesday, April 19th, 2011
We were woken up at around
three in the morning. There were planes overhead and we could hear quite a racket
from anti-aircraft guns. I don't know why they bother because the planes are
too high for them to hit. No bombs were dropped and after some time things
quieted down but I had trouble getting back to sleep. We had planned to get up
at dawn and go to line up for gasoline but we were too tired to get up.
We did a bit of gardening and
I made more phone calls trying to chase down my salary. I've still got books
and papers to sort out - piles of stuff all around my desk. I'm in no hurry but
the mess is bugging everyone else in the house... sigh... I'll work on it more
My telephone rang off the
hook. It's been a day for checking-in. Everyone seems to be hanging in, waiting
for this madness to end. At the beginning we were all upset, bored and depressed,
now it seems like the overall feeling is frustration. We're all getting fed up
not knowing when this will end and wondering how to make ends meet in the
process. Everyone is running very low on cash. What will happen when we finally
do run out? Most people are out of work and the ones that do have a job can't
get to their salaries - still no cash in the banks.
I made Libyan food for lunch;
Rishta Boorma. In the evening I taught Sara how to make a Swiss roll cake. I
haven't made one of those in years, since Ibrahim was a baby - 12 years ago. I
didn't need a recipe book, I remembered the recipe as though it were yesterday!
It's so strange; it was like instant recall or something. I've been getting
that a lot lately - I think it's from having a break from non-stop work and now
my poor brain has space to remember things.
My family are getting quite
spoiled; home cooked meals, cakes, someone to fold their laundry... they're
going to have a huge adjustment period when it's time for me to go back to work
again.... whenever that is... sigh...
Wednesday, April 20th, 2011
It rained last night. Thunder
rolled in from the distance and the dogs began to bark and growl. Flashes of
lightning and great bangs of noise followed by a downpour. I lay in bed
listening to the rain hitting the roof and wondered if this would be the last
rain of the season. The hot summer months are approaching. Back in February
when all this started we were wearing winter clothes. We've put those away and
have taken out lighter clothing. Soon we will have to take out our summer
things. Has this really been going on that long?
This morning I went out to see
if I could get gasoline. I have never seen the lines as long as they were
today. Men were standing outside of their cars fighting in front of the pumps,
pushing and shoving each other. There were police and security in front of most
of the stations. There were very few women waiting. I went to about five
different gas stations to check out the situation and finally decided to come
home. It just didn't look safe enough. My husband can fill the tank later - I
still have a quarter of a tank left. My husband's truck is empty. One of our
neighbours was kind enough to lend him seven litres of gasoline. It's enough to
get his truck to the pumps.
At around 10pm my phone rang.
It was one of my students who said he was sitting in line at a gas station.
He'd been in line since two o'clock in the afternoon - eight hours of waiting!
He said some people had been waiting for twelve hours. Conditions were
dangerous - pro-Kadafy supporters were waiving weapons and queue jumping.
On a positive note: The shops
are stocking bags of fresh croissants and sliced bread. Trays of eggs are
2.25LD. We had French toast in the evening. Yeah!
Thursday, April 21st, 2011
I've been de-junking today -
going through piles of books and papers. I've made some progress; there is now
a clear path to my desk! A colleague of mine called to say she was leaving
Libya and was donating her books to me, so my library will expand that much
more. I'm getting rid of things I don't need so I can fit it all in. I've been
working on it a little at a time. It's amazing how much accumulates.
I took a walk today on the
track on our farm - I walked two kilometres. I've decided to walk at least two
kilometres every day. It's not really that much, but it's about how much I can
do before the kids discover me and come after me and bother me. Two kilometres
of peace from the kids per day.
I took a day of from
de-junking. It's Friday so we had Libyan cuisine for lunch; Roz bil baslah with
chicken and a Libyan salad and emsayer (pickled hot peppers), dessert was fresh
loquats from the farm.
Planes go over every day - in
the mornings and afternoons. These days they usually bomb at night after we're
asleep. The bombs drop and then we wake up to the dogs barking. When we wake up
we aren't sure if the dogs are barking from the sounds of bombs or from people
outside. We go outside to check and look for smoke on the horizon. Sometimes
we're too tired to go out to look and we drift back to sleep. The news says that
the US will start using drones. Do drones make noise? Will we hear them? Will
we see them? Will they use them around Tripoli? Or just in areas of fighting?
Tonight we heard explosions
but they were far away to the south of us. We couldn't pinpoint exactly where
they were coming from. We could just hear the heart-stopping thud as they hit
their target. We went to bed early.
Saturday April 23rd, 2011
We had a miserable night's
sleep. Planes, explosions, the dogs barking and growling like mad. There has been
a lot of theft in our neighbourhood. People jumping the walls and getting into
houses and buildings. Gas cylendars are being stolen and even clothing stolen
right off clotheslines. Our dogs were agitated almost all night long. They
weren't barking just at the gate, they were running up and down the perimeter
of the garden, all around the house. The dogs haven't done that since the
beginning of the conflict. We suspected that there were prowlers in our area
When I got up this morning I watched
the news. Bab Al-Aziziyah had been bombed - the news reports showed a bunker
(that the Libyans were calling a water tank). I wondered if it was done by a
I've finished de-junking. My
desk looks fabulous and I feel like I've accomplished something. I did
housework all day to keep my mind busy. I'm tired from lack of proper sleep...
nervous exhaustion.... bone tired.
Planes have been overhead
nearly all last night and all day today. It's nerve-wracking. It's impossible to
rest. It disturbs your sleep at night so that all day you feel tired. I tried
to take a nap but couldn't. If I had sleeping pills I would take them. But I
After the evening prayers we
could hear gunfire coming from all directions. It sounded like popcorn gone
wild. I think it was just to intimidate people as we didn't hear any planes
going over or hear any bombs exploding. Later, after the gunfire died down the
planes returned and we could hear them for hours.
I keep thinking that something
will cause the citizens of Tripoli to finally snap and take to the streets...
maybe the gasoline situation, or not having cash at the banks, or food running
out... something. How far do people have to be pushed before they react? Or are
the people of Tripoli so hopeless that they'll do nothing to change their
We finally got to sleep but we
heard several explosions during the night. This morning it was quiet up until
nearly nine when the planes started going over once again. The sound of the
planes seems to bother everyone. I think it's not so much the sound, but the
anxious feeling that you get as you wait for the sound of the bombs hitting
their target. Lately the planes are overhead almost all the time but drop no
bombs - so you are tensely waiting all the time. After hours and hours of this
you're full of nervous tension and it's exhausting. When you finally go to bed
you can't rest.
Sara had an exam so my husband
took her to school. He didn't know if they would make it there as the tank was
on empty. He dropped Sara off at school and made it to the gas station.
After waiting hours and hours
he finally got to the head of the line. Cars were trying to shove in from every
direction. Fights broke out and a policeman standing next to my husband's truck
starting firing into the air with his machine gun. One of the bullet casings
flew into the window just missing my husband's face. Another policeman jumped
up on top of the cab of our truck and started firing away like some kind of
maniac. After things settled down my husband filled his tank and got away.
Sara had walked to her aunt's
house after school and he picked her up and came home. We have gas and my
husband had an adventure and he's got the bullet casing as a souvenir. Yusef
siphoned off half of my husband's tank and put the gas in my car, so now we are
both half full.
There were a lot less planes
today and a few explosions early in the evening. Soon after we went to bed we
heard about six huge explosions, all hitting within a matter of seconds, the
sound emanated from the city. We went outside to see what was going on but
because it was windy we couldn't see any clouds of smoke.
Whenever we hear explosions in
the city we always check the Libyan television to see what's happening on the
live cam of Bab-Al-Aziziya. All the Libyan channels were off so we figured they
must have hit the TV transmitters (this was confirmed later on the news). After
about half an hour, two of the channels started broadcasting again.
Because it was Easter I called
my mom who was visiting my uncle and his family in Chicago. And then I called
my son in Florida. I reassured everyone that we were all well. Aside from my
husband's adventure at the gas station and the air raids in the evening and night,
it was a fairly quiet Easter Sunday.
|We mapped out the progress every day.|
It was hot and windy today.
Sara and I went out to do a bit of shopping and to see what the gas situation
was. Some of the stations are allowing female drivers to queue up in a separate
line and get gasoline faster. But the lines were way too long and there were
men fighting in front of every gas station we went to, trigger-happy angry men
were shooting their weapons in the air. It was too dangerous to even try.
The food that we bought, with
the exception of eggs, was at least double the price we paid just two months
ago. In February I had bought a case of toothpaste for 18 dinars - the same
toothpaste was thirty dinars today. There are seven of us - we go through a lot
of toothpaste. Shampoo and antiperspirant were slightly higher than before. You
gotta eat and you can't skip personal hygiene... sigh... we're forced to pay
the price for as long as we can.
Our big splurge for the day
was an electric standing mixer that we saw for 40 dinars in one shop but we
shopped around and bought the same one for 25 dinars in another shop. We've
been doing quite a bit of baking lately - the mixer will get plenty of use (and
the girls arms won't fall off from beating with a whisk now).
Lunch: curried meatballs with
noodles and a salad. Chocolate cake and tea for dessert. Yummy! The weather was
hot and dusty so after lunch we stayed inside and took a nap. In the evening
when the weather cooled down we spent time in the garden watering the plants.
After it got dark I sat
outside on the front porch, listening to planes and playing solitaire. Right
before the call to the evening prayers the planes got louder... there was a
flash of orange light on the horizon and then... BOOM! Bombs hit a military
camp a little over a mile away (as the crow flies). The sky lit up with an
orange glow and the planes came screaming back a few more times, flashes of
light preceding the dropping of more bombs. The bombs were hitting faster than
the speed of sound. It was an amazing thing to witness.
|This picture was taken hours after the air raid, still a pretty good fire burning. |
After the raid was over my
husband and my son got in the truck and drove out to see what was going on. A
few minutes later we could hear sirens from fire trucks and ambulances heading
toward the scene. When my son and husband returned they said the site was
teaming with people; military, security and police. There were lots of
civilians that had been arriving to attend the evening prayers at a nearby
mosque but they didn't see anyone that
had been hurt. The fires burned for hours, a golden glow in the dark sky and
ash drifted in the wind.
Tuesday, April 26th, 2011
We didn't get much sleep last
night. Not because there were more bombings but because we were on edge. It
didn't help that the dogs were on edge too, barking at anything and everything.
I tried to take a nap but kept getting woken up; Yusef came in to ask a silly
question, Nora came in to try to steal my headphones, Ibrahim came in and
turned on the lights, and so on. I finally gave up. Now my family will have to
deal with me... and I'm GRUMPY!
Wednesday, April 27th, 2011
There is still no internet. It
is really pissing me off. When I called the number for the company (116) the
recording says my account number doesn't exist. What would happen if all of
Libya marched themselves down to LTT's office and demanded a refund?
A few weeks ago I saw a banner
near the university that said 'We are free with Kadafy'. Yeah right... and pigs
can fly... I am waiting for the day when we can say 'We are free of Kadafy!'
This must be the only place in the world where people are begging to be bombed.
NATO's planes flew over all
last night. Some were so close it felt as though they were grazing the trees.
My blood pressure has been high since Monday, when the bombs dropped so close to
our house. Since then I'm nervous and can't sleep. I fall asleep for a few
minutes and then the smallest noise jolts me awake. Then I watch the news and
see what the people are going through in Misrata - and I feel ashamed of
Thursday, April 28th, 2011
NATO dropped bombs nearby
every few hours last night. I completely gave up on the idea of getting any
sleep. At a little after three in the morning the planes dropped a bomb to the
east of us, but we could hear that it didn't explode. Within minutes the plane
came screaming back, dropping another bomb in the same spot. We heard two
explosions almost at the same time. So we figured they must have exploded the
unexploded bomb. There were more air raids throughout the night.
In the morning we had breakfast
in the garden and then my husband set to work repotting all of my house plants,
adding manure and mixing in a bit of clay to help the soil retain moisture.
Planes were buzzing overhead all day, dropping bombs in every direction.
Apparently NATO is stepping up around Tripoli. We kept working while we
listened to NATO's music in the background. I cleaned out the balcony area next
to my desk, then Sara and Ibrahim helped me put all the plants back. It looks
really pretty now.
For lunch I showed Sara how to
make moussaka and Greek salad. And Sara made freshly baked rolls. We're getting
quite domestic these days!
In the evening the building
ear Bay View (Beevee) that housed the Foreign Security was hit. The plane
didn't do the usual fly over first before returning to strike. This time it
just flew in and fired... boom.... then it left. The bomb was so loud that we
thought it was much closer than it was but from the vantage point of our water
tower we could see that it was much further away. We waited to see if the pilot
would return for a second round but after a few minutes it was clear that they
weren't coming back. Shortly after we could hear the sirens of emergency
services vehicles arriving at the scene.
I was exhausted from not
having a proper night’s sleep in days. My body and my brain decided to just
give up. I went to bed and slept a dreamless sleep.
I woke up at seven in the
morning, reaching out to find that my husband had already gotten out of bed. I
met him in the kitchen and asked him if I missed anything while I was asleep.
'It was quiet. Just an explosion or two.' he replied. We made breakfast and sat
down to watch the news together. Mostly just bla, bla, bla about the royal
wedding. A good day to turn off the TV, after a glimpse of the dress, of
I lounged around most of the
day, reading and dozing. I'd closed the windows and turned on the air
conditioners and shut out as much of the noise of the outside world as I could.
After dark the wind picked up, blowing warmly in from the south. Tomorrow the
weather would be hot.
Saturday, April 30th, 2011
Another month has come to an
end. It's hard to believe that tomorrow will be the first of May.
We slept well last night; the
house was closed up tight and with the air conditioners running we didn’t hear
the planes or any explosions in the distance. In the morning we watched the
news. During the night the Libyan channel had aired a pre-recorded marathon
speech by Kadafy. We were happy to only have to listen to the synopsis on the
news. Apparently there was bombing during the night but we slept through it
Today's weather: ghibli - hot
Bombs to the west and north of
us in the evening. We could hear them but because the weather was so dusty,
visibility was poor, so we couldn't see any smoke... just dust.
You did not comment on the news of what Benghazi went through on March 19th I noticed, I hope that it is only that you are describing events around where you are !!ReplyDelete
You are right. I was just writing about what was happening around me. I watched the news like the rest of the world to find out what was going on in Bengazi. I had planned to add a comprehensive timeline if I ever published my story. And also to add more details about things I had just touched on. Its a lot of work.ReplyDelete