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Five years ago I came back home from a travel in Syria with starts in my eyes, "Terje, one day I want the two of us to go to Syria or one of the other countries in the Middle East. I want to show you and experience it again with you."
It breaks my heart to think of Syria and its people today.
Here is a post from five years ago:
I have travelled different from what I use to this week. With a group, with a Norwegian guide and with a national Syrian guide following our footsteps from early morning till late night. We were 17 people in our group, all of us from the Church of Norway, we had only 5 days in Syria and we wanted to squeeze as much as possible into our days.
Of course we only managed small bits and pieces, even though we made our nights as short as possible. What I saw and experiences made me want to see more though. One of the first things I told Terje after I came home this afternoon was "Terje, one day I want the two of us to go to Syria or one of the other countries in the Middle East. I want to show you and experience it again with you."
There wasn't much time to walk around breathing in everyday life. Like I love to do for hours or days at a timne when I travel. But while walking from one place to another, just where you are there and then, glimpses can always be found, seen, lived, breathed.
Like when we passed this milkman in one of the narrow lanes of Damascus, outside Annanias' House. I stopped to take a photo and all of a sudden there were a dozen more cameras out.
The milkman beamed under the attention rays.
I collected an everyday memory for life.
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More posts from my week in Syria and thoughts afterwards can be read here.
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