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The wine of Life, Syria.

Like fine wine; the more she ages, the more elegant and spiritual she becomes. That wine that puts me out of my misery. The single moment of forgetfulness surrounded in endless memories. That silent and meaningful love deep in my heart.

I time-travel in the old streets of Damascus. I live the moment as part of many others. Ones I've missed on and ones I'm living momentarily.

In the most ancient city, where one detects it's special meaning, colour, and distinguished voice, I sat on the veranda sipping unsweetened thick coffee. Pondering about a country with culture treasure that will always be evidence to the depth of human civilization. Where cultures of the world have met on the same earth of strong and characterized structure. Citadels and forts that site on top of mountains express a human that could defeat nature and face time.

In the city of contradictions, you find admirable coexistence. She is a goodland, a kind lady that captures and convinces you to cherish her variety in the simplest yet most piercing ways to the mind. A Mediterranean country that enjoys a unique location at the meeting point of three continents, Europe, Asia and Africa. The home of the first alphabet that witnessed the birth of Christianity. Along its roads passed the pilgrims to Mecca and the caravans of the Silk Route. On its land lived the Phoenicians, the Accadians, the Ammorites, the Assyrians and other cultures.

It is like a living artistic tableau which reflects a story of civilization and deep rootedness where there are mosques, churches, silk road, castles, bastions, palaces, old marketplaces and golden cities with their streets and houses that are pregnant with living emotions and feelings and holy places that spread everywhere in the country and make us engage wholly in a trip of deep contemplation, and Damascus, abbreviates the history for 6000 years.

It is a peaceful and safe oasis, you only wish to savior the moments you spend embraced in her arms. You forget yourself. You live a new lifestyle, delicate and exclusive to Syria.

After a long spell of rain, the city gives you a mystic impression. You see yourself in every Damascene story and taste love on the wing of life's butterfly. Talking about sham takes up time because you look for yourself and soul. And that's where you find them.

I went for a visit home (Damascus, Syria). I'm back with photos and stories to share! :.)

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