Saturday 21/10/2023
It’s almost midnight, and the sounds of explosions haven't ceased for 14 days...
It’s almost midnight, and the sounds of explosions haven't ceased for 14 days...
With heavy steps, I am taken to my former sanctuary, to the chambers of memories. The final arrival after every exhausting night spent outside the house, the place of family troubles and gatherings that make a person feel warmth...
Death is coming closer, signs of life are disappearing, my memory is almost full and I’m close to forgetting my friend’s faces...
My friend says that October is the month of falling in love...
Our persistence aggravates them to madness, to death even! They don't get it, how can a people love their country to death, literally? How can they give up their souls in an act of refusing injustice?...
I’m not scared of death. If push comes to shove and a missile hits, I hope it’s relentless enough to leave nothing of me. Life is very fragile, and fear eats at it if you let it live within you, it festers like poison...