of my de/at-tachment.

on saturday, was on a road trip with alfie. we had fun.
it was sunny and it felt good. we saw taggers on the street, and we tagged a bit ourselves. then we went up to Souk el Ghareb and had fun looking for abandoned buildings and trying to get into them. it was fun.
at night we all went to dine at Abou Hassan, then we sat on Hamra street, playing guitar and singing. it was nice.

violet trees on Spears. love those trees.


taggers


alf's running man tag


mine :D


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the next morning we woke up to news of fighting in the streets of tripoli. it shook me. i stayed on tv all day long, depressed. couldn't do anything all day long, and god knows i have a shitload of things i need to attend to. 20 people dead all in all. 2 kids were held hostage. it's horrendous. Chica, nina and bello were stuck there. i can't believe it.
couldn't sleep at night, i was too agitated. i was zapping on tv, and then i saw from the window all the buildings light up from one side. "what the f..." KHABBBROOOMMMMM
it was the ABC bombing.
ambulances whistling turuturuturu and car wheels screaming iiiiiiiiiiiiii people driving like mad to make it to the scene. one lady died, 10 injured. i can't believe this shit.
next morning. finish my shit at home, go to T's, we have a meeting later. we go to the meeting. then i go with the girls meet chica on the airport, she leaves. we go back home.
meemee, mimo and alfie pass by, we have dinner and a beer on the balcony. the buildings light up again, and then a second later KHABBBROOHHOOMM it sounds far as if from Hamra or sth... no it's verdun. i call nouks, she's fine, the site is a street away from where she lives. alfie calls his dad, they live only 3 min away from the site. he's fine. dammit. when will this end.
the next morning, back to work. as if nothing has happened the night before. it became part of our day to day life, i guess. it's becoming natural. it does not seem as major as it actually is. an idiosyncrasy of Beirut/Lebanon life.
and now we live on tv, checking what's happening in the north, emailing each other warning emails of possible bombing locations, putting (f) in our msn names for the souls of those who are dying every day.
living in virtuality.