It was already the second time that the guardian of the Bab Al-Rahmah Muslim Cemetery had kicked me off. He didn’t understand any English, let alone the reason why I was ‘suspiciously’ wandering around its leaning tombstones. The soft wind was caressing the yellow flowers that had grown in between the graves.
Sometimes I feel really frustrated. Real life can be really disappointing and no matter how hard I try it can’t match to my expectations. Someone would say I’m a dreamer who loves to detach from disappointing realities cuddling an illusion, others just gave me their time to talk it out and feel a bit better, but usually this bright mood lasts a few hours and soon my mind is rushing into a labyrinth of thoughts bringing me nowhere, if not back at the starting point. Growing up I discovered that there are only two things that make me feel better: writing and travelling.