Bucureşti

(This is Bucarest in Romanian language)

One more day of going around the city. I had the feeling of missing arabic language, may be because I'm not having time seems a couple of month for writings and readings... I've got one book from Abdel Rahim Mounif, hope I'll finish it during this trip. Yesterday evening I was writing my diary in french as I used to do then I switched into arabic, feeling sad because I just realized that the first reason of my choice to live in Syria (as getting more and more closer to the language) is may be not anymore fulfil thanks to teaching french and speaking more in french than arabic. If I was writing this post only six month ago, I would say that learning arabic is hard and long but you will succeed... I'm not anymore convinced: Not of course for the daily life and any kind of talks in dialects but about classical arabic! Why? May be because my brains are already too old for memorizing all the words and language structures? Cause I feel that I'll never be on 'intimacy' with the language. May be it is because my culture is too far from the middle east culture and after going around the mediterranean regions for so many years*, I may finally found out that it is not possible to integrate all the cultures and be a member of each society? Not even if I am open-mind and enough adaptable to live among many different society? May this all life-long feeling of being always ready to listen and understand all human kind have been only a fantasy? Did I was only feeling what I wanted to think instead of really analyse what I was expecting to fulfil? Is all this was only confident autosuggestion to be straight right in a clear and realistic path? Is the use of foreign languages only acting in an other language instead of living on it as a native speaker? I feel a kind of vacuum, it is may be just because I let my minds going as far as my look is watching at this romanian capital through the filter of my missed arabic mindless feeling? Not sure, but this melancholic introspection is great to be instinctively done during this 'detachment from the daily life' trip even if it could be distructive, disrupting the path of my thoughts and ambitions? Arabic was not only a 'project', a language to speak in but also a new way of expression, a other kind of opportunity to understand the others and put myself into some contribution of the middle east social life? Is this impossible? Do I have to follow all the rules of the eastern life to be able of being a part of it? Do I have to marry somebody to feel I 'married the language' as I felt this intimacy in olther languages?

I had the feeling now of not loosing a religion I never had but may be loosing a bit of myself, I desire it but I'm not convinced that it is going to be productive. As usual, I would forget all of these thoughts when I'll return to my regular syrian life. It is may be just a kind of self brain-washing, a necessary reload into myself?

Let's see if I have more expectancy in the streets of Bucarest.

I'm walking to the north, I want to have a look on the lakes I saw on the city map.

*may be somthing like 7 years?

Bucarest

One more time hanging around middle east...this time in Romania, with the feeling that it is not so far away from all the surroundings already visited! One complete day walking around the city gave me a nice impression of the capital with a finest architecture and in the same time a urban map quite 'Russians' with huge large avenue. People seems to like talking with the foreigner even if they don't smile.
I liked the history museum with a piece of a huge roman pillar project that wanted to be a copy of the one in Rome but have been abandoned. So, I did not so anything about the revolution post-communist, only the square of the 26th December 1989.
Bad point: I guess we are still near to the M-E way of swindle about the prices...
Many french people visits this city and many Romanian speaks french.
Here the language seems to me a mix between Latin and Slavic sounds...

Slumfe صلمفة

A trekking so well-organized in the north of Syria next to a resort village of Slumfe صلمفة :
The rules was strictly respected : (And this is a point in which I say how proud am I that I've been walking in the nature land in middle east with a perfect respect for the natural reserve!!)
-Forbidden to through paper's and to smoke : everybody respected it during the 10 hours of the trekking and some people used our plastic bags to take of the rare papers we found out around the nature trail!
In the north of Lattaquieh, this natural reserve is a treasury: a whole Lebanese cedar forest with thousand types of birds, insects and flowers, worthy of note!