A couple of weeks ago on a Sunday Derek and I were both working when we heard someone yelling for help. It turned out that the old woman from across the street had locked herself out of her apartment and was caught between her front door and the security gate. She was a frail woman, probably in her 70's, shivering in her bathrobe yelling for help. Luckily we heard her. Kamal, the security guard from our building, helped us find a locksmith to come and let her in. We waited with her for the locksmith. Derek brought her hot tea and a blanket. Anne from across the street was curious when she saw us from her balcony so she came over to offer help, too. It was a pretty traumatic episode for this woman and we were just glad that we got there before it got worse. Derek, always the resourceful one, took this opportunity to take a couple pictures of the neighborhood. These are taken from the 5th floor balcony across the street from where we live. This is our street.
This is Fadlallah Building- our home! We are the third apartment from the bottom on the left. That's the little garden that was completely brown and dying when we moved in. It still has a long way to go but at least it's green again.







