Here I am leaving Latakia … Said my usual goodbyes.. Kissed and hugged everyone.. Wiped the yearly tears.. Left with the image of the bus station.. The crowded, dirty and messy bus station, with all these people staring and all these men shouting 'sham', 'Hums', 'Tartous' … They really get on my nerves but no one ever does anything about it..I love this place, but really hate it.. Syria, my homeland.. My origin.. My roots .. what does this really mean!! I can't handle this mess anymore but I can't stop coming here, for all the memories and all my beloved ones.. As I look back at this summer and re live its every detail and every experience.. All the new things I tried.. All the people I met.. I know it is a whole new phase for me..
(Written on the bus, 7-September-2008)
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