OLD JEWISH LADY IN BEIRUT

The woman is obvioulsy very ill and very lonely. She lives in the building that used to belong to her family before the war. But her brothers left the country when it was clear that the Jews were not welcome in Lebanon anymore. After the civil war, being a Jew was the same as being a Israeli. It didn't matter that they were as Lebanese as everybody. But she stayed here, in Beirut with her parents, to take care of them and the shop they had. But then the Syrians took their shop. She has hired a lawyer to get her shop back. How she pays him is a mystery.

She lives with her cats in an almost empty apartment where the walls would fall on her at the slightest tremble. She's scared and paranoid as any person would be in her shoes. She's alone, with no money, no clothes other than those she's wearing and she turned into this dignified beggar in order to eat everyday. "Do you have something to give me to buy food for me and the cats? The BBC girl gave me 50 000 once. And the clothes I wear now. Do you happen to have a winter coat? You're my size. Not a new one, please. Just one you don't want anymore."
She used to be beautiful when she was young. She still wears a bit of make up. "You're from Europe. You have that Europan look. I have the Arab looks. You know, I have Spanish ancestors too. " She speaks perfect French. She doesn't even talk about Hebrew. She wants her life to be small and pass un-noticed.