Berlin, the city that never sleeps

Berlin, the city that masters perfection, I fell in love with it.

I never expected to experience the beauty of every single spot that I looked at. I might exaggerate, but I really saw beauty.

Our hotel was located in the nice area Friedrichstraße. We arrived there earlier than expected due to the punctuality of Norwegian air (sarcastically the trip was estimated to be one and a half hours, but we were at the airport half an hour earlier).

Hotel Melia is a 4 stars hotel which we got for the price of 3 star hotels since we booked before Easter. It is highly recommended :-)

I have to admit that travelling with my best German friend Per made things awesome. We travelled to Barcelona last year and I didn’t have to worry about any maps to follow due to my lack of sense of directions. In Berlin things were the same, a German perfectionist leading a messy Lebanese. He was well prepared with plan to achieve, i.e. to show me around.

Every single place or monument we visited left the impression. The TV tower, the cathedral, the parliament (Reichstag), Sony center, Madame Tussauds and many more, made our cameras work hard. Perhaps one of the touchiest places was the Jewish museum and the Holocaust monument that made me think of the cruelty that attacked the peaceful humanity and still acting wild in our days.

Night life was fabulous, we enjoyed every single evening, we met folks from Finland and Spain. Turkka, the Finnish dude, suggested that we head to the biggest discotheque in Europe, there we waited and waited in what I called a UN cue. Hundreds of people from different nationalities have heard about that famous place that opens at 6pm and closes around noon day after…I have to say that we gave up in the end, took a taxi disappeared.

There is much to talk about, but I highly recommend Berlin and I will definitely go back again

And God created friends

You are my dearest friend, my wish that grew up in life’s womb. I was blessed the day I had you. I admired you, but you weren’t the chosen.

You led me to perfection and I knew you weren’t perfect, neither was I buddy.

You carried my secret, and you knew it would be my heavy cross. Together we walked on the way, you helped me through darkness, and I trusted you.

Time scattered us, the wind blew our seeds away. In a new horizon I’ve settled down.

You stayed there, a part of my past, a load that I carried to my present. I left my nest on that cedar tree the time when earth stopped moving. A still picture I could say, a world where people stopped moving, stopped growing old, but still there as I left them.

You are there and I can feel your power, let me tell you how much I miss you. Even if you might have shaved away my secret, I will never destroy my memory of you, not even your temple. I still love you and I will forever admire you my friend, my dearest friend.

Good bye or bye for good?

Have you ever looked at these two words,Good and Bye? I can't see them match together. To me, there are no good byes. I am not trying to be a drama here but it really makes me sad every time I say it to somone. Uff how weird, Today I told my friends at church that my life is a train station. People pass my life journeying on a train. People stop there, take breaks, and enjoy their stay. Some wait for the train of life, time will take them again, they leave with no return.Some promise to come back and they do, others promise but they don't. But all are special and all leave the meant impression.
The station is still there, gets older day by day. Why is it there? I don't know, but I know it is staying until the Great engineer decides to take it away . It will not forget any of this life's passengers until the time comes and we may meet again.

Flowers of evil

I watched that Youtube video earlier this morning before I went to work. It struck me the whole day and made me think how naive I am sometimes when I complain about tiny details that are nothing, absolutely nothing whereas small children are forced to work in unsafe streets just to help their parents financially.

The kids are brothers and they speak in Lebanese, so I'll try to translate what they say and then my non Arabic speaking friends understand the story.

The flowers of evil:

-music

-Boy1: I am 10 years old

-Boy2: And I am 10 years old

-Interviewer: You are younger than 10.

-Boy2: No, I am 10.

-Boys: We sell roses.

-Interviewer: Why?

-Boy1: My brother and I are working. Our father makes us work because he needs to pay his debts, he works as a taxi driver.

-Interviewer: And what time you return home?

-Boy1. when we sell all the roses.

-Boy2: When we return home, dad gives us some money.

-Boy2 sings a song.

-Boy1: Shall I sing another song?

-Interviewer: Yes.

-Boy1: God may curse the exile, what has exile done to me, it made me feel bitter and stole my precious ones...

-Boy2 trying to sell: take a rose to your moonshine, may God give you a nice car.

-Boy1: My father hits me if we don't sell all the roses.

-Boy2: Our uncle brings us to work and he gives the money we earn to our parents.

-Boy1: We'd like to become doctors.

-Boy2 asking his brother: What would you like to be?

-Boy1: I'd like to be a doctor.

-Boy2: And I like to become an engineer.....

That was my translation for that story. I just close my eyes and pray that they are protected by God's angels from the evil of the dark streets.

He and I

We live in this world; we came to life as twins, he and I. But we were different. He was my advantages and I was his disadvantages. We lived together in spite of our differences and we were glad in each other. He always tried to help me in thinking positively and was a light in my dark days.
We shared many things and my head was never calm because he never stopped talking, but it was just fine with me. I knew that he did this just to make me happy and optimistic. Together we experienced good and bad days, summers and winters, springs and autumns. He used to love it when he understood my thoughts, used to listen with joy and never hesitated to give his advice when was needed.

"Grow up": once he said to me, ”look into the future, let free your feelings, let your soul fly in this world. Break the thick wall of fear between you and society". He taught me to be kind with others, warm and generous." One must continue even if one falls, loses or becomes sad. Man is not lazy and always tries to be hard worker especially in his teen age years. But there are unexpected circumstances that make one stop.” This was his motive.

On my 16th birthday I decided to end our relation, because he was still a kid. I decided to face life alone. I fought and still fighting alone in this world but I am lonely and miss him.

He will never leave me alone. He lives in my heart, and I can still hear that boy shouting in my past's playground. He shouts, laughs and I cry. I wish I can go back in time and hug him till eternity. He will always be in me because... he is me