I was in some sort of boardroom with a large number of people, mostly older men, all of whom seemed very important and angry and on the verge of panic. things were escalating. we were running out of time. I turned to the man to my left and yelled in his face.
Women's rights is an important issue, but it's not what we should be focusing on in Beirut! Everyone's fucked!
The police were arriving, and people started panicking. I was sitting close to the door with my back to it. I took my cell phone out of my purse and put it in my pocket, in case there would be no time to grab it when shit got out of hand. I wondered if I would be shot if I simply didn't move. Probably. I slipped out the door with a few others, leaving the rest to their arguments. We reached an elevator that was operated by a hand crank in the middle of the door. We had to get down to the ground from the seventh floor, and I was afraid the blonde turning the crank wasn't going to be able to do it. We barely made it.
