Hier, Beyrouth encore bombardée, on dit Beyrouth, Gaza… comme si ces lieux étaient devenus dans et par la destruction des entités abstraites. Pourtant l’immeuble qui a été bombardé hier, il est aussi concret que chaque jour de cette guerre, avec ses morts, ses destructions, ses raisons et sa folie….
Yesterday, Beirut bombed again, they say Beirut, Gaza… as if these places had become in and by the destruction of abstract entities. Yet the building that was bombed yesterday is as concrete as every day of this war, with its deaths, destruction, reasons and madness. It’s a building where people live, near the Tayouneh roundabout where the Shams Theater is located. In this theater, I spent long hours rehearsing when Omar was riding Hamlet Machine by Heiner Müller, I saw Battle Scene by the collective Zoukak or the play Issam Bou Khaled created after the explosion of the port of Beirut, we played a few of our plays there, took it juice on a grill with no dirt, cleaned up cuts, celebrated reunions, met up with friends we used to hang out with in the bars on the adjacent streets, in this neighborhood where many friends are. they live, nights to cause politics and theater.
This is very spot on. Like the fact that the Zoukak Sidewalks festival, which was supposed to open next November 18th, is cancelled. CANCELED says friends. is. Like the fact that the most powerful army in the world, backed by the most powerful countries in the world, has decided to shave everything in the region. Like the fact that we have to fight to hold together, in this madness, spaces for thought, solidarity and free expression.
