8 Dec 2009
During the summer of 2009 I lived in a traditional Damascene house in the heart of the Old City Damascus. I found the details of the place unique, they were poetically beautiful, yet living there is never quite as romantic as you imagine. When leaving the house I was often chased by the kids next door, pink maggots were commonly found in my bed and to get anywhere meant walking through the market where sheep's heads were being torched on the street. But at the same time, I felt alive. Sitting on the roof terrace at night, looking out to the Ommayad mosque hearing the prayers and sipping beers with friends was wonderful. Waking up to tortoise trying to eat my feet and strolling through the ancient city is all part of the magic of the Old City.