I was born in Lebanon in 1970. War in Beirut started in 1975. Since then, Lebanese citizens have not received around the clock electricity.
My earliest memory would be walking up 9 floors every day after school with a very heavy school bag, studying at the light of a candle, watching black and white TV on selected days, depending on power cuts, and finally having my dad buy a huge battery placed on the balcony, permitting us to turn one light, the fridge and if we were lucky the TV.
How many times did my mother throw perished food from the fridge.How many times did we heat water on the stove for our baths. How many times did we get stuck in the elevator, hoping that someone in the building would hear us and free us from the morbid box.
I used to think that it was due to the war, but now, 20 years of “non-war”, our electricity situation is even worse. We pay two bills, one for the state, the other for local private crooks, selling us few hours of generated electricity at the same cost than our monthly bill. Not later than a week ago, I was stuck in the elevator because of power cut. Many areas outside of Beirut have sometimes 2-3 hours of electricity a day! Skyping for business can get tedious and ridiculous because of power cuts. And the list goes on indefinitely.
It beats me that people in this country are not making revolution because of that. It beats me that we go on year after year without any concrete solution. It beats me that the constantly newly elected government do not solve this BASIC Right once and for all.
The problem is complex, but not impossible to solve.
And we are still waiting…