House of Broken Dreams
It seems that the curse of demolished, old houses is haunting me again.
The Southern Suburb yesterday was more like a touristic place, with nearly one hundred cameras taking pictures of every little sign of destruction.
It felt odd that, just a couple of days ago, standing on the very ground where I was standing at that moment was a foolishly fatal act. The air was thick. In some places, fire hasn't been extinguished yet. A friend of mine lost her house there.
Heik, all of a sudden, some of us find themselves homeless, others are just guests with cameras.
posted by Eve @ 8/16/2006 10:49:00 PM
4 Comments:
they like to destroy, we prefer to build, that s all
and besides that it s far more exciting to build up a house, a life, a relation, a company, etc... then just destroying it :)
No...No...our dreams will never break or be lost, eve!
we may pain....we may cry....bass our dreams will always be more beautiful...more like us...not the sitiuation we live in.
take care.
Allah ma3akom ya okhti. O ni7na ma3akom bardo. I swear to God, I feel your pain. I really do. Afterall I've lost many relatives during the civil war in Sudan. I'm with you. We're all with you.
Keep your faith strong and never lose hope. Lebanon will rise again soon inshallah.
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