All that time
Damascus Countryside 2012 7 PM. One of the war machinery – as I wasn’t familiar with the types of them at the time – had hit my house. 10 PM. I’m inviting my friends tomorrow to a sleepover party. 1 AM. One more song for […]
Schlagwort: Heimat
The final attempt to strum
I have been getting strange states of déjà vu these last few days. I hear the phone without ringing, noises of all the coming visitors while no one is really here and I see your face in every corner I look. A half-wrecked wall, which […]
