14th of February is an extremely important day ofcourse .
It’s valentine’s day, the day Rafik El Hariry-Lebanon’s late vice president- got assassinated and the day I returned home.
I never enjoyed valentine’s this is why I chose to spend it on a plane, moreover as it is this day is a pain so why not add to its beauty
Besides as non superstitious as I am I still could not fly on the 13th.
And here I am leaving behind a world I have created for myself for 3 whole years.
It’s true it was a word of fiction a 3d kinda fiction where you chose the people you hang out with, the places you go to, the food you eat etc…
Everything was absolutely my choice. The job was perfect so was the traffic most of the time. Nothing remotely major to complain about.
I don’t recall ever having to raise my voice at anyone.
But every dream has an end and apparently the nightmare is starting…
My mother’s illness, the streets, a job that am sure will be as lousy if not worse than CIB.
People imposed on me whome I really don’t want to interact with but what to do?!?
Real life has started I can only sit back and dream of some peace of mind that seems impossible right now.
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