it is sunday, a very sunny sunday. it has become a form of torture to walk the streets of beirut on sunday. it is almost impossible to get to where you're going without having elevated blood pressure, the ulcers and the cringe...why can't people stay away, or keep their mouths shut or just mind their own business? i hate to say this, but any other city in the world sounds like a haven to me now. i want to get on a bird's back and go away, get a top view of the world and remain there silent and speechless.
"l'amour ne dure pas toujours"
what do you think?
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