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 […]

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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 […]

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