A political post for a change. You won’t get many of these from me. Ever. I am sitting on my balcony in the mountains, drinking my morning coffee. The sky is blue, the weather is lovely, the birds are flying over and the butterflies flap around. A drooling dog at my feet, a cat yapping at the birds. All very idyllic. In the distance, I hear the soft rumble of commercial flights, crossing over Lebanese airspace to some exotic destination. You can hear that in Holland too on quiet summer evenings. With the difference that in Holland you can follow their tracks, since their engines leave a white trail in the sky. Those white streaks planes leave behind are actually artificial clouds.