A Complaint to God!

Today, in Lebanon, the high prices are the talk of the town. Prices are afire. It is unbelievable. Yesterday, one of our neighbors in the area stopped me, and raised his phone in front of my face, opening it to a site that publishes, moment by moment, the price of the dollar (or the lira’s decline in front of it). Then he said, recounting: “how do poor people live in this hell? Listen! Two days ago, a friend of mine invited me to dinner at his place. I asked him: “what should I bring with me?”. He said: “we are short of fries for you and me, bring with you a box for two”. Do you know how much I paid for it? Four hundred and twenty thousand liras!”. I apologize to my daughter. Her wisdom is well-known: “stay away from the news whose ugliness is widespread”. However, I am not telling, but rather I am raising my complaint to God. I am crying out with pain. In Lebanon, it makes me laugh that people brag about our being one of the legislators of the Human Rights Charter. A country that has given up everything but its shame, leaves no place for itself on the map of humanity!