As I opened the window and emptied the canned food into a bowl, I heard the familiar roar of warplanes racing through our skies. At about 6pm I went to the kitchen to feed my cat, which was waiting for me in the garden. I had no plans to go to the city that day. Beirut and its surroundings had become a stifling concrete jungle, and I was feeling lucky to have trees to look at and access to some outdoor space during the long summer days. My house is about 7 miles from Beirut, nestled on a hill that overlooks a small and peaceful pine wood. Lebanon’s power outages date back to the 15-year civil war that ended in 1990, and have still not been resolved to this day. I was at the mercy of an unreliable internet connection and enduring, like most Lebanese, the scorching heat and recurrent power cuts. I was finishing my afternoon shift as a senior producer and correspondent for Associated Press, covering Lebanon and the wider Middle East. I was stuck at home at my computer, working remotely because of the pandemic. The fourth of August 2020 was an extremely hot and humid day in Lebanon.
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