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November 15, 2006
From "Pity the Nation" (2002)
by Robert Fisk PITY_THE_NATION
Southern Lebanon became a catalyst, a hot, treacherous
place of unexpected death and savage retaliation. Yet
it was also a nirvana made all the more credible by the
presence of the international army which had settled
itself across the scrubland and hills between the sea
and Mount Hermon. Ibl al-Saqi, that dangerous little
village from which Abu Meyad had pointed out the
Israeli tanks to me in 1977, was now transformed into
the Norwegian books and a sauna. Palestinian and
Israeli shells passed literally over the heads of the
Norwegian soldiers who occupied the village.
In May of 1980, the PLO regularly fired at Haddad's
toytown 'capital' of Marjayoun. I spent one morning
sitting with the Norwegians in the dusty square at
Ibl al-Saqi as they watched the bombardment, viewing
it much as they might have observed a remote ski
competition or a sailing regatta. Small clouds of
blue-grey smoke drifted lazily up from the red roofs
of Marjayoun followed two seconds later by the
distant sound of explosions. The Norwegians viewed
it dispassionately, hands on hips, blue berets at a
rakish angle, rifles slung nonchalantly over their
shoulders.
All day it went on. At dusk, a reggae band from the
newly arrived Ghanaian UN troops -- who were to take
up positions to the west of the Norwegians -- tuned
up their instruments next to the ruined church. For
the children of Ibl al-Saqi, a Norwegian soldier
produced an old-fashioned projector and began
beaming Woody Woodpecker films onto the wall of a
smashed house. On the roof of the officers' mess, a
Nepalese colonel insisted on explaining to me how
King Birendra's environmental wisdom had saved the
architecture of old Kathmandu. Just to the north,
three flares rose majestically as a Norwegian
platoon tried to find a group of Palestinian
infiltrators near the Hasbani River. A fire was
still burning in Marjayoun.
-- p. 148-149
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