Tomorrow...

Have been going out for the past two nights.

There were many books written about the strange Lebanese phenomenon...
studies to try to understand why the Lebanese would live war during the day and party at night.

It seems more writers were interested in the partying bit than in the war itself.

I do not see why not.
Just to spite the world...

I saw why not on a night I went up to the Keserouan mountains.
that is the only time i felt ashamed of belonging here. fancy cars and restaurants and night clubs that quickly moved from Beirut and relocated themselves in the Kesrouan ... where the more priviliged get to drown the war, for it is not their war apparently...

i would not be surprised if they closed that area one day: only the chosen ones go in.
Actually i do hope they do close it one day.
for the only thing i share with them is the mutual urge to forget each other and pretend the other does not exist.

Gemmayzeh, Beirut at night.
The streets that were once, one month ago, filled with hippies and writers and singers and dancers and mostly wannabes, are now deprived of even the memory of those people who passed by...
for they left no imprint...

and then there was a small corner "Torino express"; open.. alive.. together with two small other pubs.

And my brother , my own "Ambassador E. Pelvis", was being a DJ for the last time.

For E. Pelvis leaves tomorrow...

Not on a jet plane, not even on a boat. Boats are for others.
He crosses a bridgless roadless path to Syria... and then... i don't know.

Excuse me, I have to wear a brave face now.

Tomorrow Rani leaves.
Tomorrow Rani leaves.
Tonight i will go to peaceful sleep knowing he is still here somewhere around.

tomorrow there will only be an A bit left of me.