August 10, 2006
In Lebanon, Bafflement Turns to Anger and Despair
BY Kate Seelye
Lebanese civil defense workers in the southern city of Tyre carry a coffin into a mass grave prepared for victims of the shelling.
It feels like we're teetering on the brink of collapse here in Beirut. The south is already a complete disaster zone, like something out of a Mad Max movie. Whole villages are destroyed. Donkeys and horses wander aimlessly through the rubble where bodies still rot, trapped under collapsed homes.
Beirut has managed to maintain an air of semi-normalcy until recently. I can still get fresh bagels at Bread Republic, an upscale bakery near my apartment, and a good margarita at a local bar, Dragonfly. My neighborhood bodega opens at 7 a.m. every day, like it always has, although the fresh produce is limited. And Georgette, the local seamstress, still sits in her storefront window hemming pants and skirts.