Has it never happened to you to feel that you wanted to change the landscape? To travel to another country where the language spoken was totally unintelligible to you, so that you could enjoy the music of the words without suffering their meaning? Where you could be lost in the masses of new faces without really being lost so much you look different?
This craving for something new has been gnawing at me for I don't know how long now. I cannot take it any longer, but the worse is certainly to come now that I'm certain that my escape will never take place. Not during this lifetime anyway. A 49 years old pathetic little atheist who's going to rot in hell, whether in this life or in the other!
Well do you feel like hearing my story, or rather reading it :)? what type of readers are you by the way? The ones that love to read and who could bare, as long as it is written, any huge amount of taksir krayem? (couldn't find the exact equivalent in English, so unless you're a Tunisian like myself, use that guessing ability of yours. Step in the text and create a meaning for yourself, as Mr Bouazzi would recommend). Or the one that likes to read a good book, well a good four pages from time to time, histoire de trouver le sommeil ? (I hope you don't understand French! Niahaha :p). Well I wouldn't dare to hope that you're the kind of readers that only read for academic purposes :D... that would be the end of the world as I know it. Apocalypse Now! lol
Oh but we're getting away from the subject, which is my story. So do you want to hear it? No? OK no problem :). No, no I'm not offended at all, why would I be? I totally understand. I swear I do. Who would want to spend two or three days reading and reading about not only a failure, but a failure written in such a bad way? No seriously you have to be either extremely kind, totally crazy or a bit masochistic to take that upon yourself.
Well you don't have to read it of course, but i'm writing it anyway. So here it is:
to be continued... probably.
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