Rants on lit. from Guatemala

Back from Lebanon

music: Ringo no uta (song of apple)from the japanese singer Shiina ringo. I heard that this song helped a lot of japanese to go through the war. It's a good song, i've read the translation and it talks about a girl that has forgotten her name and asks his lover to give her one. Ajjj, i'm sooo easy to impress.

Read: The last thing i read i did in Lebanon and this was Somewhere, Home; from the lebanese female writer Nada Awar Jarrar. The only thing i can say is that it broke my heart, i understood something about lebanese women that i couldn't have with out it. Or maybe i'm just lieing to myself again... as it has been my custom for many years.

K. i started this trip of my life, seemingly sad, and now i know that i am. I went to lebanon on the 13th of december 2004 and returned on the 12th of january. Am i bragging? i don't know... what was i after? i don't know... what did i find there? an angel? don't know either... but what is it that i DO know? hahaha! i know how to say "stop here please" to a bus driver in arabic!

nah... it's just my sence of humor getting the better of me yet again. Still, puting things into words has proven to be a bit dificult.

For the time being i'll talk about what was harmless over there... the culture. And even if it sounds kind of pellorative (don't know how to spell this...) it is not. Not in the least; the culture is one so wellcoming that you would loose yourself on the confort of being tended to.

god... be with me now that i'm far from heaven.

he he he... did i tell anybody that i always thought i was going to end up crazy?