Same But Different

69. Same But Different (4 August 2026)

A memorial walkway, with one olive tree for
each one who died, and their name engraved 
on a plaque (4 Aug. 2026 - Port of Beirut)

For the past six years the same scene on the coastal highway of Beirut plays like a rerun. Crowds gather on the “autostrade”, vehicle traffic is diverted from the protion astride the Port of Beirut, speeches are made and tears are shed for the hundreds killed or maimed in the 2020 disaster, for which not a single person has been held accountable. It’s always the same: crisis, death, tragedy, and no accountability.

            Maria, Sevag and I were visiting friends that day six years ago, enjoying some properly-masked, outdoor, Covid-era socialization, when in an instant the world changed. It was a day very different than the five anniversaries since: part summer beauty, part horror movie. And subsequent August fourths have been different, yet mired in the numbing sameness of impunity that blankets not just Lebanon, but all the countries of the region. How easy and how natural it is to conclude that nothing will ever change, particularly in the Middle East?

We were wondering, "What will open next to 
the Starbucks coffeeshop?" We returned to 
find that a "Latte Art" coffeeshop opened.
(18 July 2026 - Mar Mikhael-Beirut)

            After a 130-day stay in Armenia we returned home to Lebanon over two weeks ago. The reason I know that number is because each night my computer reminded me how long it had been since its last backup. So, arriving home and reconnecting the backup drive was particularly satisfying, and not the usual same-old same-old.

            Reconnecting with daily life in Beirut brought a strange sensation of being the same as any other day, like we had never left; yet something was different. Nothing seemed out of place, and we had no sense of disconnection. Everything appeared the same, save that it was cold then and stiflingly hot and humid now. Things we were following in the news since March, such as displaced families along the seaside and tent cities on open lots, were nowhere to be seen. Before our return they had been moved to other locations set up by the government, it seems. The construction of huge, meaningless structures has continued. Weddings, graduations and social activities went on without hiatus. The dollarization of the economy continued, as has emigration from Lebanon to the ostensibly “secure” West. Everything was just as it has always been. Or perhaps not.

The latest archaeological dig, right behind us;
and another dig to the left of the tall white
building. (21 July 2026 - Geitawi-Beirut)

            On the street directly behind our residence (and the church headquarters) two lots have been temporarily spared from having new apartment buildings erected on them, because Roman-era structures were found just under the surface of the soil. Archaeologists have expressed surprise at these findings, as they had no evidence that the city limits of Berytus (as it was called 2,000 years ago) extended this far east. Additionally, in these past months a Roman necropolis (cemetery) was unearthed nearby. I am sure that there is much more that could be found if there is a willingness – and funding – to do so. And the accepted history of the city will change!

One last coffee before our departure!
Smile! (15 July 2026 - Yerevan)

            One can be numbed by sameness, or near-sameness, and miss seeing the changes and developments that occur all the time. I try to take note of variations, whether in music or speech or ideas, differences that help me to maintain interest in things that seem deathly stable. Even when dealing with people who “will never change”, there, too, I can see changes, though it might be for the worse.

            “So, how was Armenia?” – I am excitedly asked by people who are tired of the daily challenges of life in Lebanon, expecting me to praise every detail of Armenia (by which they mean the Yerevan that they know from their 10-day vacations there) and do the usual, point-by-point comparisons, putting Lebanon down. When I try to point out both pros and cons, striving to present a more nuanced picture, they are often not interested, certain that the “Armenia-good/Lebanon-bad” formula is the unchanging standard. Our extended stay there enriched our appreciation both for what Armenia has, as well as what it doesn’t have. We understood more deeply that Armenia is more than a political entity; what is “Armenia” and “of Armenia” is also present in people and places outside those borders, not the least of which include Lebanon and Syria.

LebCat 69: "Oh, hello. Since you weren't
using your balcony for the past 4-1/2 months,
I kept all the strangers away, OK?" 
(26 July 2026 - Geitawi-Beirut)

            “So, what’s it like in Lebanon?” – I am also asked by those who assume it is better than life in Armenia. Their question is often tinged with regrets over the war, which may be thwarting their hopes for leaving Armenia. Others will ask how safe it is to be living in a non-Christian country and are surprised when I reveal that Arabs can also be Christian. My telling them, “It’s the same in many ways, but also different” does not convince them to appreciate the layers of understanding demanded by such questions, sure as they are that my answers will be the same as the conclusions they’ve already drawn.

            Definitely, it can be disconcerting to continually have to deal with what is familiar but not exactly what you expected. My guess is that the “same but different” principle not only keeps learning about things fresh and active, but it keeps human relationships that way, too!   [LNB]