We keep thinking the small, comfy world we live in it’s the worst world ever. We keep dreaming of a place in which there is no unemployement, no old politicians minding their own business, no lousy TV programs. If we don’t like ourselves we could always say it’s our small world’s fault. Couple months ago I met Lelia. She’a a pretty, smart and very young Lebanese journalist. We became friends, and that surprised me in the beginning, cause I’d never thought I could feel someone, that was born so far away from me and my culture, so close to me. She’s the coordinator of NewsLab blog, a 20 women from the Mediterranean blog, and we all daily keep in touch through a newsgroup. Two days ago we received this e-mail.   

“C’est vers 16h 45 que le bruit de l’explosion a retentit a Beyrouth, alors que j’etais chez moi. Les premieres informations font etat de 3 morts et plus de 10 blesses, et apparemment c’est un convoi de l’ambassade americaine qui a ete visee par l’explosion. La porte-parole de l’ambassade US a cependant refuse de confirmer a l’heure qu’il est ces informations. Les photos ne sont pas encore disponibles, et je n’ai pas acces au blog, postez ce texte pour moi, merci”

It’s hard to understand. I mean, I go nuts if I don’t have my superfast internet connection, if people in the subway stomp on my feet, if there are no Vanity Fair issues left to buy. Maybe our small, comfy world isn’t that bad.