Winter 2015 has been a hell of a season. The Mediterranean coast finally witnessed the real sense of rain & cold with three unforgettable storms and non stop thundery skies (yes Im a winter person!).
Summer season started and with it came the burning Middle Eastern sun and stuffy weather that lingers more than four months long (unfortunately).
You might start asking why am I reminding you the job description of the main seasons of Beirut.
A few days ago, I posted 15 pictures that showed the decay that littered our famous coastal line .
In winter, the rain usually washed away the man made garbage left by the ignorant passer by. However in summer, the task of keeping the coastal line is much more challenging. Let’s face it, the citizen of this city is careless and ignorant when it comes to cleaning after his mess or/and obeying laws (and common sense in this case). Yes I agree, the appropriate municipality should be keeping up with the city’s infrastructure and restore everything that is wrongly right. However I believe that it is the citizen’s role to take into his own hand some aspect of preserving the urban structure. Alas, we have a long way to see that happening.
Every morning, around 7 and 8am, I witness the workers from Sukleen cleaning and picking your trash from public areas. They are civil servants from many neighboring countries, from different nationalities and age and their working hours stretches all day long (because obviously you litter the streets at any time of the day). They silently do their work under the enquiring eyes of the passers by. I have a lot of respect towards these workers contrary to many people I have heard along the years dismissing them with disgust and even bashing at them for no valid reason. Their line of work might not be tasteful to your standard, however without their presence Beirut would be a big giant garbage pool in the middle of Lebanon. No Lebanese would be caught dead working in those green overalls. I remember when a summer not long ago, the workers had to escape the war and that the city was literally filled with garbage and cockroaches. Few were the Lebanese that went down the street to help clean the mess. Even those who offered their services didn’t really do it from the bottom of their heart; it was a way for them to brag about their sacrifice at the next friendly gathering.
Let’s face it, summer is here. The Corniche is filthy and God knows when it will be restored to its initial glory days. In the meantime it is your job to further not litter that public space with your waste. My deepest sympathy and round of applause goes those foreign workers and I am thankful that their presence beautifies the city I live in. Who would have known that it takes a foreign presence to embellish the country you live in.