couldn't share it with Hanine my sis! maybe you can hear me for a sec!

"its not a matter whether if the war isn't real or if it is, victory
is not possible, war is not meant to be won, its meant to be
continuous..."(George Orwell)

I'm writing you Hanine, with no smile this time, with no jokes this time,
you always said : "you make me laugh"

I'm writing to to thank GEORGE BUSH for finding the solution for the
war in my dear Lebanon...i want to thank him for giving Israel one
more week to finish the war!!

I'm writing to thank this ugly monkey for giving israel one more week
to throw some more of these noisy flowers over Lebanon!!to throw more
love letters written by the hands of the Israeli youth signed by their
government!!

I'm writing to thank Blair, this charismatic character in the
Parliament in the country i live in now, Blair the shameless,
spineless lapdog who can talk and talk more than Fidel Castro can do
maybe!I'm writing to thank him on his attempt to send international
forces to Lebanon to protect Israel from the LEABANESE TERRORISTS!!
Is Blair on something??? honestly Hanine?, don't you think that Blair
is tripping somewhere else??

Hanine,

i lived a war in my youth and I'm missing a second now!!
you missed one and you are living the second!!
our dad is living the third(bala el frata)
our grand dad is living his tenth

I'm twenty seven, you are 17, our dad is mid fifties, our garand dad
is only 83
isn't this strange??
does it make any sense to Bush or Blair?? u think??

You know Hanine,
after i moved from Beirut!!i started to feel that my relation with
this city is a kind of fragile!!and every time i used to go there i
used to have this feeling growing!!
i hated that feeling!!but it was true...

you know??
now everything is changed!!i feel how fragile is my relation with
london!!and how i love Beirut!!
feel like beeing there!!!dont know what ill be doing...but at least there...
promise it wont be long before ill be with you!!

for now

"To beirut-peace to beirut with all my heart
and kisses to the sea and clouds
to the rock of a city that looks like an old sailor's face
from the soul of her people she makes wine
from their sweat she makes bread and Jasmine.
so how did it come to taste of smoke and fire???

--
bass