I had just finished taking some pictures of Tartous off the highest building in town (The Shahine Tower: 16 stories up) when my cell phone rang.
"Can you be in Amman, Jordan tomorrow, the 8th of May?". There was an exhibition that I should attend and a client I should meet.... blah, blah, blah.
My colleague and I left Tartous around 9:00 AM, arrived in Damascus a little bit after 11:00, left the car at the Sheraton and drove by Taxi to Amman. 6 hours later we were in the Jordanian capitol with little time left for any business that day. It took us 4 hours to cover the 200 km trip because the Syrian-Jordanian border is annoying and embarrasing. To be honest to myself and to those who might stumble on this and actually read it, the problem is not with the Syrians. Since deep in my heart, I still believe in "One Arab Nation" above and beyond all, it is very sad to go through this useless and shameful experience.
In the evening, we were invited by the Austrian client/friend to a huge Gala taking place in a resort on the Dead Sea. We left Amman by bus for the 50 minutes ride and descended from 850 m altitude to 400 m below sea level. Although I could see little at night, the place looked magical and the setting absolutely terrific. The party was wild , the hospitality great and time just flew away. There was something, however, stabbing at my heart. It was very painful to look at the lights on the other side of the sea. We returned to the hotel after midnight and had a nightcap (more than one) until around 4:00 AM. I woke up with a slight hangover and went about my business in the exhibition until 3:00 PM, grabbed a bite and headed home. The way back was much easier since only 15 minutes were needed to cross into Syria (as opposed to 1 hour and 30 minutes to go into Jordan). I made it home around 9:00 PM.
This morning, the first thing I wanted to see was My Sea, the one that's still alive.