Showing posts from December, 2008


From Drop Box “For over 20 years Israel has expanded by force of arms. After every stage in this expansion Israel has appealed to “reason” and has suggested “negotiations”. This is the traditional role of the imperial power, because it wishes to consolidate with the least difficulty what it has already taken by violence. Every new conquest becomes the new basis of the proposed negotiation from strength, which ignores the injustice of the previous aggression. The aggression committed by Israel must be condemned, not only because no state has the right to annexe foreign territory, but because every expansion is an experiment to discover how much more aggression the world will tolerate.” Bertrand Russell, 1970

Boxing Day Shopping in Tartous

I've already posted pictures from the vegetable market in Tartous. Even if I run the risk of repeating myself, the orgy of colors and forms deserves a second look. On the morning of Dec. 26th, clueless as to what we're going to have for lunch, we marauded the open Souk El Khedra on the southern side of town. We triumphantly returned with more than a dozen bags of fresh fruits and veggies and these delicious photos below (taken with my Nokia mobile phone). Hot Peppers & Fava Beans Drop Box Oranges, Green Beans, Cucumbers & Corn Drop Box Apples, Avocados, Kiwifruits & Eggplants Drop Box All sorts of Apples, Tangerines, Yellow Carrots, Garlic, Mushrooms & Chestnuts Drop Box Radish, Green Onions, Spinach Beets, Spinach, Parsley & Mint Drop Box

Lost Village

"The digital revolution changed us forever. We take many of the modern amenities and conveniences for granted. Man has all but become a slave to technology. The onslaught of the drastic changes brought about by this new age is calamitous in scale. Yet in all disasters there’s at least a sole survivor: Om Al Tanafes Al – Fow’a." I didn’t write this uncanny introduction on my own. It’s rather my translated version of the prologue to a 27- episode Syrian comedy show called, appropriately enough, Day’a Day’aa (Lost Village). The name of this place is Om Al Tanafes Al-Fow'a . The series started airing a few months back on Abu Dhabi Satellite Channel before other TV stations tagged along. It gradually picked momentum and in due course gained phenomenal success all over Syria. In the coastal region in particular, Lost Village has gathered a huge following of fans. Its key to success and humor lies in the fact that, and for the first time, it uses a local form of Lattakian

Venezia in Nudo

For a whole week the thick fog shrouded the city of Venice and crushed her spirit. In the aftermath of a grievous tidal flooding the temperature hovered around 3ºC and a light drizzle relentlessly molested the asphyxiated alleys. As I landed in Marco Polo airport on Monday, the 1st of December 2008, Venice was drowning under a 156 cm (5’1”) tidal surge, the worst since 1986 and the fourth highest ever in the city’s recorded history. I, too, was sinking and my soul besieged by the triviality of being, the futility of struggle and the absurdity of reality. As I chatted with well-dressed colleagues from across the Mediterranean in a brazenly flaunting meeting room, exchanging pleasantries and munching delectably fresh croissants, hundreds of innocent lives were being consumed by Cholera in Zimbabwe . We shook heads, all of us, and commiserated sympathetically before the taking of a final round of a most exquisite espresso caffè. Then pokerfaced, we sat down to business. I was chain