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The radio silence the past months has not been because I did not write or come up with new ideas, on the contrary, I think it was the most productive and instructive period of my life so far. Working with the Lebanese partners in the consultancy firm; apprehending what happened around me; meeting all the interesting people in Beirut, left me little time to update the blog.
Foremost, over the past months I came to realize how exciting working in an office can be. The consultancy firm, Beyond Reform & Development, that I assisted in, is engaged in numerous projects throughout the Middle East. Projects initiated by Arabs, for Arabs and hence with the consent and drive of the people that hopefully will benefit from those projects.
At the moment I have just returned to the Netherlands and in the coming weeks I will reflect on the situation in the Middle East from the perspective of my position as an intern in Beirut. These are insights I realized the value of after, for example, I read the label on a beer bottle or tried to understand the behaviour of the cat in my flat.
Three pictures taken from my balcony.
Alexandria is my home, if that is where I am
From the Maqāma of al-Hamadhāni, the acclaimed poet from the 10th century, that wrote with a dazzling rhetorical flow.
The past three months I have spend in Beirut without posting anything. Not that I had nothing to write about, but this only dawned upon me when I booked a return flight to Cyprus. Why fly?! Because the General Security in Lebanon makes it virtually impossible to extend your visa, for foreign journalists, students or interns like me alike.
Lebanon, located in between the closed border of Israel due to a ceasefire, war torn Syria and the Mediterranean sea, is almost impossible to leave and return to Lebanon over land in order to renew ones visa. But still there is quite some cross-boarder traffic to Syria, and that could have been an option too, as someone pointed out to me yesterday. But, then again, myself not very familiar with the security situation on the boarder, chose to fly back and forth. Going to Syria would have cost me a little less than 200USD (including visa hassle), while flying back-and-forth to Cyprus is a little over 200USD.
Although not really in line with my ethical standards I will take two flights in 24 hours, so I will not miss much time in office of my internship at Beyond Reform and Development, a consultancy firm that operates MENA wide. There is a lot of progress in the region and projects move one, every hour is precious and it is happening now!
"You considered going to Syria?!" you may be thinking. Yes, indeed I did. In line with this I am often bothered with the short-sighted and limited idea that a lot of people have about security and safety. For example, did Saddam Hussein really threat the west more than 10 years back? Although not trying to defend a murderous tyrant like Saddam Hussein in any sense, anyone besides Dick Cheney should know by now that Iraq did not threat the west in any way (except with a disrupted oil-flow maybe). So was this worth 100.000 deceased?
I will not get into that, I just hope it is pretty clear to you too. More posts coming up, as well as one about our distorted idea about 'Security' and 'safety'. Every week I meet people that go back and forth between Lebanon and Syria. One distinctive feature of a civil war is that it does not take place along conventional frontiers, as is it almost impossible to tell where front-lines are.
Every day I come across some of the hundred of thousands of Syrian refugees within (about 10% of the people in Lebanon now) as well, most of them have left all behind, because moving battlegrounds appeared around them. 10% is a huge burden for a country that is still recovering itself from multiple armed conflicts and a operates with a resigned (and most of the time hardly operative anyway) government.
So not knowing about the exact security situation I chose my safety over the environment for just a few dollars more.
Sunrise over Beirut from the air, December 18, on the flight to Amsterdam. Like at the time I uploaded many of the past posts I had actually already left the place. Still I had so many things to tell, and still have too many things to write.
The perspectives on ones experiences change dramatically over time. Sometimes I needed time to be able to see the full picture or to verify what had actually happend to me. I went to Africa to see and experience the culture, because that is what you do not see on the news. The news is just a short record of what happend in a short time and impossibly shows what is going on in reality.
In reality I was already in the Netherlands for a couple of days, but really I am still in the Africa and the Middle-East. For this I will post some more stories of what I have seen and experienced the past months.
If you really want to know what is going on somewhere and how someone is feeling there, talk to a someone that is at that somewhere. He will tell you a something that is much closer to reality, although maybe less true than the facts you see on the news.
The Lebanese numberplate is almost like the status of Lebanon; in transition, but hardly perceivable from a distance.
In Ghana Pragyan (my CS host in Abidjan) had already told me she planned to leave Côte d’Ivoire in a couple of weeks. Around the same time I was planning to l was planning to fly to Beirut. What we did not expect was that we would be on the same flight, since she travel to Istanbul with her husband and my most favourable flight was with a transfer at Istanbul airport.
It was already against all the odds to separately book the same flight, but what we could have never expected was what would happen at the check-in. After we got our tickets we went back to the airport bar to have our last west African beer. When we looked at our tickets where we were put in the plane, we thought first one of us had been booked on a wrong flight. But that was not the case, it appeared that we were booked at the same flight?!
I have experienced that in order to earn some extra money you would be sitting almost on one another’s lap in the local African transport. I would have never expected that to happen on an intercontinental Turkish Airlines flightout of Abidjan?! So when we went back to tell the employees at the check-in, he gazed at it ripped the ticket apart and gave me a new ticket. He had put me all the way at the other end of the plane… When I pointed out that it would be hard to talk to my friends, he ripped my ticket apart once again and gave me a new one.
In the end the plane left with myself virtually checked-in three times, including one double-booked seat. Leaving Africa in style.
West Africa has been for long the poorest and most crisis stricken region in the world. Knowing this it is quite impressive to come across a colossal building like the foundation de Houphouet-Boigny shown above. A remnant from the economic prosperous era of Le Vieux when there seemed no end to the economic growth of Cote d’Ivoire. The country was an oasis of calm and stability amidst other west African countries that stumbled from one crisis into another in the 60s and 70s of the 20th century. Labourers from all over west-Africa settled and fuelled the economic growth.
Under the tutelage of a couple of dozen French advisors Houphouet-Boigny provided Côte d’Ivoire of a descent infrastructure, 24/7 electricity and a skyline in Abidjan that can compete with western metropoles around the world. But this west African fairy-tale would not last longer than two decades, and after his death the country descended slowly into chaos under a political power struggle. The last decade has seen civil war taking hold of the country from time to time, while the economic decline continued. The, for the moment, final chapter was in 2011 when French and UN forces even interfered on behalf of the internationally recognised winner of the elections, presidential candidate Allassane Ouattara. The president in power, Gbagbo, refused to hand over power and was arrested in his presidential palace after days of pitched battles between loyal military and militias of the opposition.
It is highly unlikely that a president in the region is to hand over power peacefully to a democratically elected opponent and it often happens they are ‘driven of the throne’ by force. Promising exceptions to this are Senegal and Ghana, where the former presidents are still living in the country. Besides this it is less well known that most presidents in the region have their own ‘project’ during their reign for their own prestige, which costs millions and often a couple of hundred million. It is rare that this squandering of public funds meets strong opposition by the people that elected them although these same people have only a few euros per day to spend.
The first time I saw an example of this in reality was in Dakar. On the tip of the peninsula where the capital of Senegal is located, the former president, Abdullay Wade, has build a giant statue called Le Monument de la Renaissance Afriqaine. I could not help myself, but to look at it with irony when I saw the statue from a distance, not artistically very sophisticated. It is lit up in different colours every few minutes and just minutes drive away unpaved streets turn into mud pools after every shower. Irony because a closer look at the political situation in the region quickly shows the deep divisions between different peoples that live within the boarders of countries drawn up by Europeans. The millions would be justified if stability and a fair distribution of wealth is achieved, instead the statue is more like an awkward reminder of the widespread corruption. Moreover, ‘political stable’ Senegal still has to deal with a simmering civil war in the south of the country.
Ghana, that has already seen a couple successive presidents handing over power peacefully, seems to have a ‘grand project’ for every president. The last one, John Atta Mills, moved into the Flagstaff house and has recently died in office. This Flagstaff House is surrounded by controverses and it is not clear how much the construction has cost. As well, Kwame Nkrumah, Ghana’s most famous freedom fighter, first president (turned dictator and was deposed in a Coup d'etat) in his last years in office got his own temple. Accra is dotted with such places of honour. Only Rawlings that has forcefully shaped Ghana into the democracy it is today does not yet have his own temple.
Ghana is stable and its economy is growing fast at the moment. I could feel the positive energy while travelling through the country. People would tell me with pride about their stable democracy and the fact that they were a peaceful people. For the first time I sensed something like nationalism in a region riddled with unstable and corrupt governments ruling states, but where the notion of a nation-state is non-existent. The rapid economic growth is fueled by the fact that Ghana’s soil is rich with valuable minerals, gold being the main one.
Côte d’Ivoire must have been like that in the 60s and 70s, when it flourished under the reign of le Vieux and it could exploit the natural resources in a political stable climate. Abidjan’s speedways and skyline took shape. The flip side was that the economy was too much dependent on the export of raw materials and its fate got almost directly connected to the world price of cacao. Besides the fact that the government of le Vieux had structurally been overspending. So when the cacao prices fell dramatically, Côte d’Ivoire’s glory fell with it. Almost all the skyscrapers in Abidjan were build more than thirty years ago.
A remnant of the same period, it is an almost surreal experience when entering into Yamoussoukro, the hometown of Houphouet-Boigny’s clan. He decided that it would be the capital and started immense projects. He build a basilique that is just a little smaller than the Saint Peters in Rome on request of the pope. Standing far away from the residential areas it has never been full since its official opening in 1989. The people go to a church closer by their home. To brush of critique that the excessive spending on the building Houphouet-Boignysaid he had funded the construction with private funds. One does not have to be a political scientist to know that the income of a president comes from the state, and its citizens.
Some people are confused by the fact that Amsterdam is the Dutch national capital and The Hague is the administrative capital where all the ministries and embassies are. Amsterdam at least is one of the biggest economic centres in the Netherlands. Yamoussoukro is neither, at most it is more or less the geographical centre of Côte d’Ivoire. Face it, Yamoussoukro is an irrelevant town that owns its legacy solely to one single man, Houphouet-Boigny. It is the sad legacy of the widespread syndrome of the ‘Big Boss’ that can do whatever he wants until he dies of age, is killed, exiled or sometimes forced by an ailing economy and pressure from outside powers to reform.
In the case of Houphouet-Boigny it was first the IMF and France that forced him to reform, but he only left office when he died in 1993. He left a country with a huge debt, stalling economical growth and a power vacuum. All ingredients to throw a country in a fragile region like west Africa into chaos. He left also some monstrous useless buildings, of which the Houphouet-Boigny foundation in the picture is one. It looks almost as big as the headquarters of the ‘the biggest foundation’ in the world, the UN. Although the purpose of the size of the building remains unclear to me, and many residents of Côte d’Ivoire alike. It is more a shamefully disproportionally oversized building, just across from the slums on the other side of the equally disproportional six lane road.
The town looks more like an ancient airport that has been turned into a city with its giant lanes leading nowhere and hardly any traffic. After I left Yamoussoukro I was most impressed by the fact that I have probably visited the one town in the world that will never see any traffic jam.
Sitting on the roof of an old piece of scrapmetal (feraille) for a couple of hours at the hottest time of the day to go to the local market was actually quite convenient. Since sitting on the roof of the jeep provided a nice breeze that cooled you down a bit. For this reason I have traveled from noon onwards most of the time. The only thing is that one has to be able to handle the haunting fixers that try to get you in their vehicle and scam you at the same time. Make sure they assure you they are actually going all the way to the place you want to go and you pay the driver the fare. otherwise you might end up somewhere in between and waiting once more for a minivan to fill-up.
Walking on the road you would regularly see men casually holding a Mancheté and a gun over his shoulder. Although a scary sight at first I have not felt in danger a single time. It is not some rebel on the loose and actually a quite common view on the inland roads of west-Africa. You do not go into the jungle without a Mancheté and a gun for your protection against the wild animals.
In Africa you can make everything on the street.
View from the ancient settlement of Grand Lahou. Behind the tall palm tree you can see a small waterway where the sea, the Tadio Lagune and the Bandama river meet.
The picture is taken from an old colonial building that has been abandoned some twenty years ago, the people of the village are afraid that the multi-storey stone building will collapse. On the other hand I was amazed by the fact that people were living in palm leave huts so close to the sea side.