Nostalgia: A Drive Around the Block

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Location: Tartus‎, Syria

Comments

Gabriela said…
I think there are possible no words to say after such beautiful images, masterfully mixed with this song.
As days go by and news come and go, I only wish you and your country all the best.
1:09 PM
XIL said…
Yes indeed, a beautiful drive thru town. The images shown show a peacful world like no other. I pray for all of you that this peacfulness can spread far and wide and that it comes soon. I also want to take this moment to wish you a wonderful Ramadan festivity, take care.
6:14 PM
Isobel said…
Thank you, Abufares, for showing us your beautiful city. The song is perfectly suited. Ramadan kareem. I wish you and your country peace.
10:45 PM
Abufares said…
@Gabriela
Thank you for being the first here, as always. I'm happy you like the ordinariness I tried to portray in this video. There's nothing quite impressive about Tartous except perhaps how she looks through my eyes.
I'm also very glad to have beaten you in commenting on suffonsifism's latest post. Isobel wrote a beautiful story there :-P
2:20 AM
Abufares said…
@XIL
Thank you for the Ramadan wishes and for being a friend. Glad you liked the simple beauty of my little town.
2:23 AM
Abufares said…
@Isobel
Super happy you liked the video, the music and my eyes ;-) Happy Ramadan to you too and this has nothing to do with fasting. Eat right and drink merry and have a wonderful time.
2:25 AM
Hassan G said…
Thank you Abu fares for showing Tartus in this relaxing video, seeing your video is like seeing an oasis in the middle of this chaos in our country..
4:48 AM
Abufares said…
@Hassan G
So happy you enjoyed it. My pleasure :-)
4:56 AM
Anonymous said…
This is just a post from me to you, telling that i have been thinking about you and your family many times, i hope you are well, now i will look at the video! / Johanna "from" Aleppo now in Sweden.
11:20 PM
Abufares said…
Thank you Johanna. I hope that you and yours are all safe and happy :-)
5:56 AM
Anonymous said…
After a long time since I visited this blog I come and see this wonderful clip.At my first and only visit I mentioned that I lived in Tartous summer of 73`and 74`when I still was in high-school in Estern Europe.My father was a civil engineer and had done the design work for Tartous phosphates silos.He was there on consulting work during the construction.I recognize the litle harbour from which we were taking the boat to the island of Arouad(?).We lived at Hotel Ambassador on the Promenade.The owner was Abu Taleb and we became friends with the family.My father used to tease him and said if communists came to power the bellboy would be Director of the hotel and he himself would take the place of the bellboy :)Even if this scenario had no reality base,he always became kind of angry....I always wonder what they become all the children and if Ambassador Hotel even exists.
5:33 PM
Abufares said…
@Anonymous
Glad to see that you have found this old post of mine. I watched the clip too, and felt nostalgic just like you.
The Ambassador Hotel is still there but I honestly don't know the owner. He might still be the same BTW.
Wishing you the best of luck :-)
5:01 PM
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