Back and out.

Hello readers. I am back to my old Beirut life, and I decided to keep this blog running, but it won't be about Warsaw any longer. I won't go in details about what happened.
Beirut as charming as it is, it has always been a constant state of nostalgic utopia.
I am back to the same endless problems, we sit and talk about them in torino express, in Demo cafe, and sometimes just while walking around with friends and we are constantly annoyed how ugly the new buildings look, and ask ourselves when we will be able to do anything to change something, and that reminds me of the saying" somebody said someone has to do something about anything". Yet we all know that if it means walking the walk, it is fairly a direct truth to say that we only talk the talk.
What can we achieve in a place where possibilities to solve problems are nothing more than dreams of the impossible.
I am hurt and I will reflect my feeling on my city, that it made me do what I did, now it is time to kill it. I mean artistically. In the process of trying to make my first short film, I am trying hard to fall in the vicious cycle of depressed souls smashing their creativity because they rather belief that they are worthless. I see people and friends, they are talking and talking, and I am talking, however, the air above is polluted with our negativity, it 's not raining, the sky is weeping over the wasted talent of the city. One day we will choke in our own dreams, there will be no exit to freedom, only through the corrupt universe of the new Lebanese model which makes human beings slaves to a few dollars, I imagine that a decent life will be a privilege only affordable to those with money. It is a shame that we too have reached this stage, but not only did we reach it it has become the only reality in this country, that a decent life is not a one lead by morality and common sense, but it is a life of roaming savages who believe that to each his own.