Monday, March 1, 2010

Beirut Taxi

This happened maybe nine or 10 years ago. I was still working at NBN TV in Beirut. That morning my friends called me to get them Lahm Bi Ajin (minced meat with onion baked as pizza in the oven) breakfast on my way to work.
I got the breakfast and took a service (collective taxi).
I was the only passenger, when suddenly the young taxi driver asked me: Miss... Can I ask you what is your perfume?
Me, surprised, I answer proudly: Japanese Musk (it was my lastest perfume discovery and I used all the time)... why are you asking?
Taxi driver: Because it smells like Lahm Bi Ajin!
Shocked, I answered: well... yes, because I have Lahm Bi Ajin in my bag!

Weird Dream...

I saw myself at the top of a spacious place, I can't define it. I was feeling as if I was on my way to be crucified. He took my left wrist ready to start a whole for crucifixion. He started cutting with a blade. I could see the blood getting out... but he couldn't continue...he was getting emotional... he wiped the blood and cleaned it and started kissing me with an unexpected passionate sweet kiss! Suddenly, a shadow of a man enters and we had to stop kissing and run away. I look at my wrist, my wound is healed!