For the first time since Saturday, I am hearing heavy gunfire again, but this time in the distance, and this time in that steady rhythm reserved for celebrations rather than battles.
The government has just officially revoked its "two decisions" that started this conflict. They will not investigate Hezbollah's communication network and they will not fire the airport's security chief. Celebrations in opposition neighborhoods are underway.
This should result in Hezbollah removing their blockade around the airport. (So all of you who had been waiting to send me that care package full of black bean dip, peanut butter, Heart to Heart cereal, and the latest copy of The Nation, you can go ahead and do that now.)
The opposition still, however, demands a unity government and electoral reform, for which they will continue their boycott of Parliamentary sessions. But Hezbollah and its allies have effectively made a bold statement in this conflict, which Saad Hariri, Walid Jumblat, and Foaud Siniora, and indeed, the United States and Israel, will not soon forget: don't mess with us, or else...
Now the shooting has reached my neighborhood. There is something strangely refreshing about it. Although they can damage, injure, and kill on their way down, bullets into the sky are better than bullets at buildings and bodies.
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