(NO) Mid-morning… the three of them are leaning on the peeling wall… – Why do we bury ourselves in this dusty forgotten village? – How about we travel? – To where? – The world is wide… there are always horizons to reach. – Aren’t we going to be consumed by nostalgia? – Nostalgia to this wasteland?! To the sandstorms?! To a country its people are always in a hurry but do nothing?! (ST) The taxi station… each one of them rides a car… each one of them sits in the backseat… each one of them blows vapour and wipes the […]
Ahmed Yousef Aqila: The Wall (Short Story)
