The carpet

I saw a man this morning on the side of the road. He was besides his car boot open. Rows and rows of carpets, oriental rugs rolled up, side by side, in the car.  He was standing in front of this treasure and I stopped to watch as he weaved in, weaved out heavy wool string…

untitled. for him. for them.

A crime against humanity my ancestors never asked for. The bells are ringing, warning in his ears, rockets, a pink cloud of fire. Tonight is the night he thinks. I can’t die yet.  Dust clouds thick here for days on end. Never stops. All we want is a savoury manouché, kick around the ball, dabke…

Artsakh, or a right to self determination.

On Sunday, 27 September 2020, one state attacked a self determined state. To this day, it has now also attacked its neighbor to the west, in addition to surveillance. In July 2020, that same state attacked that same neighboring state to the west. By the end of the first week of bombings, reports from experts,…

it’s been a week, Beyrouth

I couldn’t write last week. I couldn’t publish. I don’t like being too personal on this blog but given the events of 4 August, last Tuesday, I had no energy all week. A traumatic event is an emotional upheaval. I saw  9/11 with my own eyes as a child, growing up in front of Manhattan….

8 clippings of news

This week in the news. We wrote a piece like this a few years ago. We’re going to try it out. This past year is an extraordinary year, not necessarily in a positive way. We’ve already discussed certain events. These past few weeks though have been charged with tension, emotions, and craziness. 1. Turkey’s Erdogan…

first thoughts on a revolution

The first night Nighttime hippies, hip, old school styles. All red. All green. All white. All cardboard “Solidarity”, waving flags. I’ve never felt at home anywhere really. Maybe sometimes. But this night was a dream. It was home. Tartines au zaatar. 1 lookoom per person. 1 famous singer of our very own rock alternative band….

In memoriam (or partial travel diary).

In 2018, several weeks after I came back to France from the UK, a little shaken up because I no longer have a permanent home in the world, I awoke one sunny morning from a not-so-lucid dream with a weird sensation and one word. Armenia. A couple of emails, a long conversation, lots of patience,…

clippings of a Revolution.

Emotions on Lebanese Revolution: Second night Excitement has never hit me like tonight. Arabic, French, English all in one sentence. Yes to my childhood again. Not those summers in France. My father knows you. But not me. Yet it’s all I ever dreamed of, unconsciously.   Beginning of the second week Writing session. Setting: Manousheh,…

On my rock…

A story about two kittens sitting quietly.   Mountain rock was a little cold. I wanted to nap. I was determined. We had chased a ghost mouse yesterday and I was now exhausted. We sat quietly in a deserted alley carved in the rock. We lounged undisturbed. Cub lay abandoned. Smaller than me, he kept…

comments on a “unique” democracy

Here’s what you need to know: a country has been independent since 1943. Before that, during and before a French mandate, it was “partially autonomous’.

Theoretically, we are talking about a democratic country, “lauded” for its unique structure.

Reality? Everyone in politics thinks they’re better than the others. Civil war became a blood bath. It lasted for 15 years.