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Battlefield Pastoral
Munira Khayyat
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hands separate the wheat from the chaff; this is no place for metronomic
time; the trees – the grapevine, fig, olives and oak – proliferate and stea-
dily keep the seasons.
In 2000 the Occupation ended and a new order came to reign over the
borderland and hamlet. Inhabitants of the nearby village who did not
dare to wander the woodland during the time of military rule returned
to wild pastures – with a brief hiatus during the vicious summer of
2006 – walking paths, traversing meadows, picnicking under trees,
tending olives, keeping goats in the tumbledown stone dwellings and
planting tobacco in any accessible flat space with some soil cover. In
counterpoint to the tree is tobacco, the golden child of the South
Lebanon warscape that inexorably accompanies human habitation,
spreading out brightly across any horizontal surface. More than anything
apart from war itself, tobacco unites the southern borderland in its
labour-intensive fourteen-month cycle from seed to weed to commodity.
Needing from nature only the nourishing dew of dawn, tobacco asks
much more from its human cultivators: in the opening days of spring
the powdery seeds are coaxed into seedlings then transplanted by hand
into ploughed fields where the rubbery green plants live for the ninety
days of high summer, during which they offer their tar-filled leaves for
successive pluckings. The leaves are then threaded and hung to dry – any-
where in and around the village home – until they turn deep gold, after
which they are packed in bales ready for sale to the state-owned mon-
opoly, the Régie Libanaise des Tabacs et Tombacs, which does the
rounds distributing lira after Christmas. Tobacco, the crop of summer,
which is also the season of war, visually unites the landscape during the
time of its efflorescence in its bright green ubiquity; its painstaking, poi-
sonous, rhythmic labour unites the poor. Its brief life and flexible storage
is temporally and spatially attuned to the spatio-temporal parameters of
the warscape. Premised on poverty and acclimatised to war, the ‘bitter
weed’ is the sprout of war-i-time success.
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