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Prisoners in Their Homes


This morning we went to Tripoli to visit the Palestinian another refugee camp. We left Beirut around nine o clock. We drove for about an hour before we stopped for breakfast, we ate some kind of white bread with melted cheese in between. They eat a lot of white bread and a sincere amount of sugar in this country, which is not my cup of tea.

 

The way from Beirut toTripoli runs along the coast, it is a very scenic drive with the sea on one side and the mountains on the other, however, the maintenance of the road and the mad traffic is a whole other story. I know that I have driven trough six countries only on this journey, but not being in charge of the wheel, makes me the worst backseat driver ever, and a wee bit scared as well. When the cars overtake one another the do it in every line, every one is honking and pushing hard to get first in line, there are hardly no cars without damages on their finish.

 

The Refugee camp we visited in Tripoli had much fewer inhabitants then the camp in Beirut, one could actually drive in the streets and there were not that many narrow alleys to get lost in. But in common to the other camps we have seen the sour system was not very good and the electricity cable was outside their houses. The refugees have food, clothes and a roof over their head, but the Palestinian refugees are tied to the camps, they are not allowed to live anywhere else but there. The Palestinians refugee camps has been here in Beirut since 1948, and it looks like they are going to be here for the future to come. Lebanese soldiers are guarding the entrances to the camps, and they are not happy to let us western people in to the camps. We are told to have the passports handy to be able to identify our selves at all times, and the soldiers basically do whatever they want if they decide to believe that we are doing something wrong. The Refugees lack good healthcare because it is too expensive to use the public healthcare, a lot of the medical staff that are working in the camps are working pro bono, meaning working for free.

 

We went back from the camp when it was dark, it get dark very quickly here around 430 in the afternoon. The weather is very bad; it is raining cats and dogs, and a lot of thunder.

 

We went to Second Cup in the evening to get good internet connection, and we stayed a wee bit to long, because we went for dinner at 11 o clock in the evening. I ate soup that was really nice. Tomorrow we are going to visit camps only 17 kilometres from the Israeli border, so I am off to bed now, to be fit for fight for the new challenges that I will meet tomorrow.

 

To be continued…

 

 

 

 

 

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