To the land of burnt Cedars...

I was visiting Jardin des Plantes in Paris. I sat down under this massive, beautiful tree to rest for a minute. I raised my head to read the label. As much as I adore nature, I’m clueless about the name of the trees and the flowers! On a small bronze label, it was written: “Le Cedre du Liban!”

I thought to myself, how I wish visiting Beirut sometimes in the future!

Since I had deliberately disconnected myself from the world, I had absolutely no idea that at the same time that I was enjoying the peaceful shadow of this gracious Lebanese cedar, the land of the Cedars is falling into pieces. Karl Marx once said: “History always repeats itself twice, first time as tragedy, second time as farce!”. At least in the case of Beirut, the only thing to laugh about is the world’s reaction toward this tragedy!