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Just like our existence, many things will always remain intriguing. No need to find an answer for everything. Weird things are better left unexplained. Weird is fun.
Escape.
Orange, blossom, water and a stairway.
Emergency Exit.
Do you remember my love? We promissed we'd make the trip together and imagined all the things we'd do in Damascus. The sounds of the raging war didn't scare us at that time. I had you and you had me. Do you remember my love? But where are we now, where is Damascus and where's our promise? I wish we had done this trip before it became too late. I'm pretty much sure that the city wishes she had known two lovers like us. Now, there is no you and me nor Damascus anymore. For the three of us, the good old days just wouldn't come back.
Social networks.
Were are not here to stay. We come and go. Others will come after us and they too will go. However, the sea, the sun and the wind will always be there, careless of our impermanence.
In my country, some places are closer to being in heaven than on earth. Now breath!
Outside, it was wet, cold and windy. Inside, I was in peace, happy to be on the bosphorus shores again.
What you see in front of you is a giant experimental lab of humanity. A product of the most explosive historical cocktail you can imagine. A place that feels too weird to mature but too rare to disappear. Beirut.
"And stand together, yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow." - Gibran Khalil Gibran
In the old souks of Saida. There's an old man renovating old stones. As the stones are looking younger, he's getting older and older. Rien ne se perd, rien ne se crée, tout se transforme.
When you leave a place, a part of you stays there.
Beirut's famous landmark. A witness that knows too many stories of the Lebanese civil war.
Light will always find its way.
destroyed-and-abandoned
I woke up early that day with one thing on my mind: SNOW. I drove up the mountains and was remembering when my dad used to take us there after the first snow. I smiled when i first saw this white scenery.
Chairs waiting.