Update in Damascus

There are so many things I want to share with people, and get totally confused in languages. If I write in English, my friends in LT say that my Lithuanian style is much better. But I do want to keep in contact with all of you, guys, Stelios, everyone I met in Turkey, the francofones in Georgia, etc.

So, I went by bike to Georgia in November, stayed there with the funny company in Tbilisi, invading zoo”s and eating incredible amounts of khinkali, which made me finally look round enough to roll down the hills without a bike to Syria. Indeed, there was snow lying in January when I set off for south.  The bike is waiting for me at Anna”s place in Tbilisi, and inshallah, it will be still there not stolen when I come back. 

Now I am in Damascus. Looking at the map and thinking of all the people that are here around, but soo far away at the same time – Manar and many other friends in Israel,  Stelios and Myria in Cyprus, the palestinians that I met in Thessaloniki exchange…

Tried to go to Lebanon, but they did not let me in. So, I am happy to stay in Damascus. The juice makers, the shoe cleaners and all kind the traders are my friends. Every day I go somewhere here and talk. Talk talk.

Found a house to stay for a couple of weeks and enjoy to be settled for a while and not be in the status of the guest all the time. Syrian people are EXtremely hospitable, what can become a challenge in a way sometimes 🙂

There are such things that I experienced emotionaly, that  I feel like standing on a tall tower alone, not being able to share it with no one. I learded also so much and wander, how can I make all these insights work… If you look around in the Middle East, it is easy to feel completely helpless. Ech, I believe in a day and a moment. There are sometimes tiny tiny moments, that give me the sense, that I am exactly where I have to be, and things come exactly as they have to come. watch the people that come here with big goals – writing a theses, or learning arabic, and I think to myself, how happy I am not to have a single goal. Goals make ones glasses darker, I suppose. So, I just take everything as it comes. And it comes great.  

After Syria – Kurdistan in Turkey, then Svaneti and Adjara in Georgia by foot. Then – let us see. Maybe stay longer between Caucasus and the Middle East.