Ливийские медиа

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«On today’s news: The opposition is still mourning Abdel Fateh Yunis but their oil minister is saying Yunis was killed by his own soldiers. The story of his death is still not clear – too many conflicting reports. Later in the day the opposition stated that they had issued an arrest warrant for Yunis not long before he was assassinated. The opposition is still lauding their takeover of border towns near Tunisia, they’ve found evidence documenting that Kadafy’s soldiers were using drugs – copious amounts of needles strewn about in areas where the soldiers had been staying. Meanwhile Kadafy’s forces are claiming that they’ve caused heavy casualties for the rebels – at least 190 opposition fighters killed since Wednesday. Despite NATO’s early morning bombardment of communications and television satellites Kadafy’s TV channels are still up and running.

Part of me wants to see the end of Kadafy’s TV network, but on the other hand it is certainly hilarious and entertaining to watch. Broadcasters blaspheme and lie left and right in such a ridiculously obvious way. The shows are full of blatant propaganda, and wild threats, and scare tactics. The studios’ sets are garish and ugly and the presenters are clearly unprofessional, as though they gave the job to anyone that wanted it – not to anyone with any credentials as journalists. One presenter is frequently seen waving a machine gun during his show while another TV host practices black magic. They televise taped speeches by Kadafy’s son Saif Al-Islam, who speaks in the same meandering style as his father, complete with his followers chanting slogans for a minute or so every other sentence. We watch just to see what they will come up with next. It’s hard to believe that anyone would take these channels seriously. But then again, Libya is full of ignorant, uneducated people who have been swallowing Kadafy’s codswallop for over four decades.»

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«Cheese... the choices are limited and we have our favourites but they aren't available anymore. My husband came home with some substitutes. One kind was made in Libya: 'Oh what's this one like?' I said as I opened the box. A strong odor not unlike manure wafted out. 'Ewe!' I decided to see if the cat would eat it, but no, the cat sniffed the cheese and turned up his nose. Maybe we can feed it to the dogs... or maybe not. What are the symptoms for cheese withdrawal? I think we are having them, whatever they are.

One of the things that I could never understand was how awful Libyan-made products usually are. Why do Libyans insist on making substandard products? Why do they cheat each other? Libyan made juice - horrible (I've seen reports on the internet of insects and e-coli-laden dirt in the cartons)... milk that smells like dirty socks... soap and cleaning products that don't clean... cookies that taste like cardboard (and are crushed and broken in the package)... and now cheese that smells like manure... shit... uuugh.

What is even stranger is that this type of cheese didn't exist before the war. When did they open the factory?
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I made a lovely pasta sauce that was unfortunately ruined by the poor quality Libyan-made pasta that my husband brought home the day before. The pasta fell apart in little bits when I cooked it. We ate it anyway, but the remaining pasta we’ll use to feed our dogs. It makes me so sad to see how Libyans think nothing at all of cheating each other – making and selling poor quality products is a common occurrence here. I’ll have to remind my husband to buy Tunisian-made pasta in the future.»

Ливия в 90'е

«I know what living in a water shortage is all about. During the 1990's we had limited water supplies in Tripoli. Our water would turn on for about 45 minutes most afternoons; brackish, salty and undrinkable but we used it to wash ourselves and for cleaning. As soon as the water came on I would begin collecting it in all sorts of containers. Bathing was a well-planned event: ten litres was stored for each adult, five litres for each child. The water was heated and poured into a bucket. A small plastic pitcher was used to pour the water over your body while you stood in a washtub. Not one drop of water was wasted. The bath water that was collected in the washtub was used to flush the toilets. On the days when the water didn't come on I would walk to the mosque down the road and fill up a 20 litre container.

After more than a year of this my husband had a well dug in our garden. This helped but didn't completely solve the problem because the underground water table in Tripoli is quite low and saline, so our water was salty and the well would run dry from time to time. When I look back on those days I wonder why I stayed here... sigh... and here I sit contemplating going through it all over again.

Finally Kadafy's project 'The Great Man-Made River' reached the point in which Tripoli could be supplied with water. But the water is only expected to last at most fifty years. In my opinion, the money would have been better spent on building desalinization plants along Libya's long Mediterranean coastline. At any rate, this doesn't help us as we are living in an area that is not supplied with water. We get our water from a well that we had put in when we began building our house. The people in the area all rely on wells or have tank trucks of water delivered to their homes.»