Here and there

2 days in syria (for some reason i spare you the “happy birthday Zoe-sister” photos…)

Mhammad, 17, sells socks at the taxi station, never went to school, doesn’t speak english, is afraid of water because his brother used to drown him, smokes, doesn’t drink alcohol, wants to marry a french woman and bring her to Syria, doesn’t like local girls, doesn’t like drunks, calls me his sister. His friend is a big fan of motorbikes and showed me a lot of videos on his cellphone including the iranian army doing martial art trainings. They sure can break those bricks with their hands.

ride back to beirut.