Syria
Driving towards Krak des Chevalier in the morning we caught the first glimpse of the war. Destruction was of course not what I came to Syria for but somehow I was extremely intrigued about it though. It actually felt a bit unpleasant to realize that I really wanted to see the destruction and what war had done Syria. I apologized to myself a bunch of time, but I was in awe with everything I was witnessing…
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It still felt a bit strange walking up to a brand new luxurious car with a Syrian number plate in the heart of Beirut. Just a few moments before I met Mohammed, a tall and very friendly old man, patiently waiting for me in the lobby of my hotel. His smile was captivating. ‘I am your driver for your Syria trip this week’, he introduced himself with while he offered to take my small backpack. At that moment I started to realize… my trip to Syria had just started.
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