Moving on Up

I left the Regis Hotel, although I became friends with manger and I
loved the ocean view, I had to find a more suitable place to live,

especially with a kitchen ! So I moved into the West house furnished

apartment hotel in the center of Hamra.

Everything is close to me here, shops, cafe's, restaurants, I'm in the

middle of it all in the Middleeast. The first thing I did was to get some
groceries. The supermarket was a one minute walk away and I filled the

shopping cart with chocolate from Belgium, Wasa knakkebrod from

Sweden, Beer from Germany, Turkish Coffee, eco eggs from Lebanon. It

was really strange to think that all of this food has come all from
the world even more strange to think about it here while I could think
the same at home.

I continued my shopping with this global/local logistical thought, when

a tall Lebanese woman in tight blue jeans, high heels and a black belt with silver

spikes walked towards me  هل تحتاج إلى أي مساعدة she said, "excused me" I questioned and she asked If I needed any help and charmed me with a smile, I stumbled over my word while saying "no thanks but its mighty kind of you to ask". I went along and looked back, she looked
my way and I had giggle while thinking why I did not answer "yes I need some help to buy some groceries to make you a romantic dinner and get involved in talks over glases of wine in candle light". Luckily I'm to shy for this kind of endeavour and would probably just make an

ass out my self, since people here are genuinely more friendly than we in the cold north can imagine, but maybe that fact that she was the manager of the supermarket also did play a significant role in her customer kindness..

While I was in the lobby talking to the hotel clerk Hussein a blond woman exited the elevator, I look with curiosity. The hotel clerk asked if I wanted to talk to her. I answered "why would I, is it a friend of yours?" he told me she was a prostitute.... Again I had to say "no thank you" but in total other aspect and escaped into my apartment of the pleasure house Im living at.

My first geust, the notorious photographer Fadi

A plant was the first thing I bougt for the aparment

I made great dish for my self while listing to the thunderstorm that

was brewing out side. Before midnight it was right over me. I went to

the rooftop, but the wind was whipping its raindrops in my face, I

went down again to my balcony and saw the electrical power line were

jumping around. I took my camera preparing to wait, but I did not have

to. The instant I went out to the balcony the power line snapped and

exploded, my finger was glued to the camera while shooting the

electrical explosion that only happened 4 meters..

Thunderstorm, outside my balcony.

Electrical explosions displayed the nightly entertainment

Thunderstorm in Lebanon