Remembering old times!
Need to write about something less "toutchy" . After all, life is about many different things and not coulored in only one coulour!
From time to time I nag on my father and other older family memers, to tell me about things they remember from their childhood..
There are always wonderful stories to hear.I can never come close to how well they tell it, but I will just try..
My father told me about how often he naged on his father to accompagny him on his errands..He liked taking the buss, where tickets cost only so small coins that we can't see anymore today! It always makes me smile when I hear how cheap thing were..
He would sit and watch the pepole around, and until this day he remembers an old man with shaking hands and bad peering eyes, trying to form a cigartte of some tobaco and a leaf his was holding in his hand. The tobaco kept falling out and the leafe unrolling the whole time, and the buss on bouncig on a bunpy road. And no one was looking or caring about him.
My father kept watching him and felt very sory for the old man ,who no one helpted.
And as the bus approached the final stop, and my father and grandfather were leaving the bus, the old man just finally rolled the leaf in a poor way: the leaf hardly closing on itself, with only one third of the tobaco, the rest on the floor..and raised it quickly to his mouth before even the third of the tobaco falls out. He said to the little boy, my father, when he noticed he was watching "It's always like this..I keep on rulling if for an hour and I end up loosing two thirds of the tobaco", and smiled before smoking.
Time goes so fast...And with all big the changes that are invading and changing Damascus I might soon myself have my own stories to the younger, from the good old times!
Like when we bought a satellite dish to an older woman relative. Before leaving she shouted help! There is something wrong, you can't just leave me like this.
What's the matter we asked..
It is counting higher and higher..it allready reached 48 and I don't what will happen if it goes on, well it explode? What is this!..She answered.
We looked, and found out it was not the satellite machine it self , it was just the clock on it!
6 Comments:
Hi Cathy, I like the way u write, at last i found a topic to comment on, actually I'd like to comment sometimes, but I don't feel comfort, u know! Good luck.
Thanks for your comment! It's encouraging..I was actually wondering if Syrians were quite latly because of that(lack of comfort when it comes to some sensitive things), or because they did not feel it was interesting enough/ were bored of hearing it..Or because they just did'nt read this or something else..
Anyway I understand compeltly how some times it is not so easy to comment on certain things..I know that myself.
See you around :)
Those stories are what made love Syria and more attached to it even though I lived all my life away from there, but I can't wait till I settle back in Syria and till the day I somehow see our people back to their beautiful nature even though days have changed and it most unlikely such thing will happen but that isn't a reason to stop hoping and to somehow behave as our granpas used to, of course I am talking on the ethical level there is a lot they missed and we shouldn't make their same mistake.
A lot of eduacated are living Syria for countries that can offer better salaries and more jobs.(Are you or your parents one of them?)
It's called mindbleed I think..or something like that. And it's sad because Syria is losing a lot, when it comes to economy and developpment,as they go..But still I can understand them..
it's called Brain Drain.
No my parents have left Syria for an other reason and as soon as they find their chance to return to Syria they did, but I am still stuck here till I get my degree and I will return too as soon as I get it.
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