August 2010
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le-placard-dedgar asked: Et moi qui pensais que personne ne le lirait cet article. See you merci !
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As if he were singing to me...
Right, so I have a slight tendency to be obsessive. Like, when I was 12 and had just discovered Oasis, I decided that I will be in love with Liam Gallagher for all eternity and that I had to listen to “What’s the Story? Morning Glory” two thousand times before my mother threathened to destroy my CD player and, just to be on the safe side,to go to Manchester to kill aformentionned...
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Shadi Zaqatan's concert in Ramallah →
Sharing with you one of my favourite Palestinian singer, Shadi Zaqtan, have a lovely day!!
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On How I Hate to Say GoodBye
It’s been five days now that I’m back in Geneva. I took my time thinking this post through, turning it over and over in my head, the way you slowly let a tasty sweet melt on your tongue, waiting for it to dissolve and reveal its true flavour.
I took my time pondering on Lebanon, wondering about it, marveling at it and despising it at the same time. I’ve been busy missing it with...
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Rendons à César...
Ahhh de retour à Beyrouth après avoir crapahuté à travers la Syrie… Comme j’aimerais pouvoir passer directement à mes rêveries Beyrouthines, sans me sentir obligée de commenter mon passage à Damas.
Soit, allons-y, je me lance. Le dois-je vraiment? Apparemment. Très bien, voilà, j’ai beaucoup aimé Damas. Voilà, je l’ai dit, ne pourrions-nous pas passer à autre chose?...
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On the Road Again...
Right. So, we wanted to be good and travel from Aleppo to Damascus by train, using the rare opportunity to use public transports for once in the Middle East. We thus went to the Aleppo train station, all proud and happy with ourselves, only to be told that the train was leaving at 5:45. That’s in the morning. That’s NOT a good hour. Not if you don’t want to be murdered by me...
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Poste Restante, Alep
A toi mon ami qui voyage à travers la Syrie, arrête toi un peu sur la route des caravansérails, sur ce qui fut le haut lieu des intrigues ottomanes et européennes, cité du textile sur la route de la soie, citadelle imprenable de Saladin, le joyau de la Syrie avant l’avènement de sa sœur ennemie Damas. Il y a les couleurs, ou plutôt, la couleur. Du blanc dans toutes ses déclinaisons: beige...
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