Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Tripoli My Love

I think one of the best feelings in the world is when you go back home. They say you don't appreciate things until you lose them and unfortunately it's true, even if you are aware of this.

The first time I went back to Tripoli after I had gone to Paris, I remember very well, that I was seeing things very differently. The smallest detail would capture my attention, the silliest thing would mean so much to me. I realized back then that I was taking too many things for granted. Being surrounded by people you love is one, but also waking up next to sea, hearing the sound of the morning prayer and smelling my mom's coffee...


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