I fell in Love!
I fell in love! Damascus, I never felt so at home while abroad. Such a wonderful city, still yet untarnished with the globalisation wave sweeping across the Middle East! In a way, Damascus reminds me of Old Jerusalem, the two cities can only be twins. But what else, they are born of the same history and people. Jerusalem is Arab despite the aggressive Judisation attempts. maybe that's what drawing me to Damascus. All I know is that I can't stop humming Marcel's words "I pass by your name, as I retreat to myself, as a Damascene passes by Andalusia. Here, the lemons lit the salt of my blood, and over here, the wind fell of the horse." I hum and think of these same places, the walls and streets, a year ago.