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... culture and to connect with its people.
Lovely, lovely Damascus! I hope I will return some time.
And a special thank you to Amjad (Dentistry Student) and Maher (national theatre performer and budding director).
And my room mates for making my time in Damascus such a great one:
Abe (Dutch, IT Manager)
Martin (Swiss, Banker)
Alex (French, Teacher) ...
... churches in Syria dating back to 400AD. Here I listened to a priest resiting the Lords Prayer in Aramaic, the language of Christ. Click on the video to listen.
On the way back to the hostel, I ate with Maria at a restaurant near Bab Sharki and whom I would see again following her departure to Switzerland and her daughter in England, the next ...
... use of the government letter allowing him to do everything he wants... I just felt embarrassed.
I had some scenes at the Umayyad mosque and we also filmed our 'hotel check-in'. Most of my scenes revolve around me looking at something, appearing to be amazed and snapping a shot. The hotel check-in is to show how all the backpackers get into town and meet up in the hotel. The hotel featuring in the movie is a $ 175 per night hotel though and I doubt very ...
... with them. Afterwards we would kiss and embrace. I guess that for these women living under such strict ( I would say cruel ) codes of behavior the scape to Damascus is a breath of fresh air. From the Umayyad they continue to the Sayyida Ruqayya Mosque. Ruqayya was the daughter of Husayn and her gravesite is in this Mosque.The Iranian ladies scream and cry loudly in front of the grave as if the death would have taken place the day before. It is quite a ...
... through a mess of parked cars, picking a route that avoids a clog of waddling old ladies in black burkas, and turn onto the road leading to the market. As I enter the market I find myself pressed against a corner by a compact truck brimming with sheep earmarked (spray-painted actually) for slaughter. The streets are a hum of activity: produce vendors are haggling with housewives, barbers are busy tending to a flux of guys wanting to look their best, and sweet vendors are ...