I used to live in the house with the blue musharabiyyah. It was too big for me, it was cold in winter and windows were leaking. But the calming sound of waves from the sea nearby would help me find my sleep every night. At the end of the street, the Mediterranean. Nothing glamorous: a narrow stretch of not-so-clean beach bordered by shabby-looking houses, tired fishing gear laying idle here and there. I would wake up every morning at 6 am and go immerse myself in the sea before anything else, so that I could then contemplate going through another day in this world. These were dark days indeed, for different reasons, in spite of Tuniss wide and sheltering sky. Today, walking around here, it felt like nothing had changed really - except me. I might have grown wiser, whatever this means. And Im also better now.
Posted on: Sat, 20 Dec 2014 12:10:21 +0000
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