The electricity station

this is the electricity station. This is a picture i took this morning from my balcony.

at night i stare at it, it stares back at me.

you can see the brown tank; that was bombed by the syrians in the 80s.
i was sitting in this room watching TV with my grandmother , my brother and my cousin.
my cousin threw me on the floor and threw herself on top of me before we crawled out of the house.
the first time i realized someone loved me.

it burnt all night that night.

today it has hydrogene containers under the fuel tanks; that is why some say they haven't bombed it so far.

we don't know whether it is a disaster waiting to happen.
whether it is a blessing for they fear being held responsible for the disappearance of a whole area from the lebanese map.

i hear it roaring at night. it sometimes covers the sound of raids.

we are still alive. we remain here.
it still stares meanwhile.