there
after a sleepless night, early in the morning, i left the house
and i went to a place where people slept on seats
Orly airport. Yep, going south.
we took off…
and we landed.
i arrived in Damascus, Syria, where my family lives.
i found a brother who had broken his leg…
and a sister who was becoming a teenager
zoe and i drew each other
the next day
we left. to Aleppo.
on friday, shops are closed.
we left, and drove to small villages. with houses made of soil. it was raining.
in one of those houses, i found a family, we talked for a while and then my family found me. so they served some tea for everyone.
he’s 17 and just finished school. as far as i understood, he works in the village with his father and they make sure the water is running in the wells.
jean pierre
although all these photos look somewhat serious, it was a fun time, and it was difficult to leave. i’m sorry i couldnt really convey the mood of those hours, us trying to speak in arabic, them trying to explain to us how their village worked, i don’t know, it was… ah whatever. it was good.
We went to another village, a tiny bit bigger, to sleep in one of those houses. some projects have emerged in this region, to bring a bit of tourists, and help the inhabitants of these places. my my, my writing style is just awful. pardon me.
we slept in those two houses right there. they installed a water tank over the bathroom…
i walked around
inside the bedroom. she was great :)
this is when we left. i didn’t take many photos. we ate dinner with them, and breakfast, and everytime we talked a lot with them and with toufik (photo below) who spoke a bit of english an who initiated this project in that village, with 4 families. It was intense, i felt, and too short.
we arrived at a village where archeologists, frinds of my mom, work sometimes. they found a city old of 4000 years there, and the people of this village live almost on top of this treasure.
mustafa showed us.
my sisters and i ran away to the desert, as we saw some sheeps in the distance.
when we got there, a girl came to us, hajima. she’s 21. and she brought uus to her house.
her mother and one of her brothers. yeah, they all look serious on photos. it wasnt really like that.
her :)
my mom showed them the book the archeologists made about this region.
zoe took a photo of us
and then, we left
and went back to damascus
lebanon is just behind those mountains…
before arriving to damascus, they wanted to visit the monastery of maaloula the light was nice so i stayed outside.
back at the house. acrobate, tirikiki, trompette and big moustache the hamsters welcome us. :)
kids go back to school, i stay at home and work on my thesis, and sometimes go to pick up zoe at school.
theotime “walks” around the house
:)
and my story ends there.
i’m back in paris now…
cheers to everyone :)
PS, my mom sent me some shots she took in the village…
on our way to go buy icecreaaamms
my hen is dying of old age. i know it can sound stupid, but i really like(d) her.. it’s sad.
those aren’t fighting anymore…
vincent tried to cut his moustache.
