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Layla, Rawad and Youssef

Take care of the boys,
and don’t let them leave. I’ll be back

Come with me

Sorry we can’t stay

Aren’t you Youssef and Rawad,
Rayya’s friends from college?

We are

Follow me

Nice bouquet

Who knows how to prepare this?

I do

Looks like you need a drink

Ice?

How do you know Rayya?

She’s my younger sister

So, you’re her sister living in France?

Yes and I’m back

How come?

Let’s see...

The raw kibbeh,

the arak,

um... the four seasons,

the weather, skiing...

And the Cedar tree!

No, no!
The Cedar tree is such a cliché

Do you guys live here?

No

Youssef lives here, I am just visiting

Where from?

Berlin

Don’t tell me you live in Kreuzberg

we've had it with Kreuzberg

Kreuzberg

Prost!

And are you happy here?

Yes

Nice

Yeah, Youssef really likes living here

And Kreuzberg is better?

It’s very chic over there

Is this ok?

Wait, let me taste

What is this?

"The Truth"

I inherited it from my father,
God rest his soul

You haven’t told me

Did you like the concert?

It was great

It could use some work

You’re right

But all I care is that it makes her happy

Ever since she
found out that she has cancer

these concerts have become
the most important thing in her life

Rayya has cancer?

Ouf, this bourbon is too strong

Maybe I shouldn’t have told you

Why not?

Nothing, but I don’t
feel like talking about it

So Rawad, do you like the coke?

It's a nice house, isn't it?

My father was good friends with an
Iraqi architect called Refaat Al Chadirji

He built ministries and squares in Baghdad

and he built this house for him

I remember when we were kids

we used to spend our time
playing on the shore

but she used to stay inside

my mother convinced
everyone that she didn't like the sun

but I had a feeling
that she feared the sea

Sorry The guests just left

You guys doing okay?

Yeah, great

It looks like you’re doing more than great

How are you Youssef?

I’m ok

What a great concert!

Thanks, I’m so glad you came

To be honest, I was a little hesitant
but Youssef insisted we come

It suits you to hesitate!

Give me a hit of coke

What’s with you?
Move over

Who’s a vegetarian or has any allergies?

I eat everything

So do I

Very well

Youssef, here’s a platter

there are all kinds
of cheeses in the fridge

take them out and set them on it

Rawad, do you know how to make a salad?

Yes of course

and I'll order a grilled fish
from Abou Robert

Fish?

What are you all waiting for?

Get to work!

This should be Abou Robert

The fish is here

By the way...

What does "Hasha Basha Tik" mean?

It means...

Hasha means... Hasha

Basha... Basha

Tik

I was wondering...
But now I get it

This painting is beautiful

Shafic Abboud

All of these artworks are by
artists who were dad’s friends

Do you want more whisky?

No thank you, I’m fine

My father used to always say:

“Life without food is a life lived hard,

while life without art,
is a life no more!”

Since there’s a lot of art around us

let’s eat

Rawad is getting hungry

You should try this cheese

You can't mix fish and milk

Try it, nothing will happen to you

Doesn’t it smell wonderful?

No, not the fish

Smell it

Oh wow

What does it remind you of?

I know this smell

It reminds me of...

Incense!

No, not incense

If you take the road up to Bcharreh...

The Cedars?

Yes! It smells like...
souvenir shops in the Cedars

Is this a cedar tree?

Yes

This means you’re sitting on
something that’s over 1500 years old

Isn’t that beautiful?

What you’re talking about
was a tree in a natural reserve

No it’s not beautiful

Youssef, relax, it’s just a branch

Yeah well, you’ve always been like this

Youssef

If someone sacrificed a 1500 year old tree

to make a table

It means that everything
that happens on it

should be worth that sacrifice

and there’s no room for bullshit

Excuse me?

Look at Rayya

Look how beautiful she is

Rayya is very beautiful

When you look at
Rayya and find her beautiful,

you don’t think of all
the sacrifices that came with that

Beauty is beautiful

It's logic that is beautiful

Six years of Philosophy

I remember her
telling me something like that

Four years at the Jesuits'

two years at the Sorbonne

and I’m working on my dissertation

So Logic wasn't part
of the old curriculum?

Layla’s my older sister,
but she's not that old

but I don't think Logic
was ever her favorite subject

Definitely not the logic
you’re talking about

How many logics are there?

At this table?

Four

This hummus is so good!

That's our neighbor,

whenever she makes
hummus she sends over a plate

They’re from the supermarket

She’s lying

What are you doing?

You’ll see

Taste it

Not bad at all

I just invented this mix!

But I learned the secret
from a Palestinian guy

who makes falafel
sandwiches at the Turkish market

falafel with tofu, falafel with halloumi
falafel with peanut butter

He thinks that whatever you
feed the Germans, they’ll eat

But they’re delicious

Who? The Germans?

No, the mixes

Thanks to him, I now mix things together

and most of the times, they turn out good

He seems like a nice guy

Very nice

It turns out he was born
here, in the Shatila Camp

and he fled to Berlin not long ago

It seems like you know him well

I try not to skip the market

everything there tastes different

the cheese, the vegetables,
even Arabic has taste

and you see everything in Ahmad’s eyes

What do you mean everything?

You know those dark Arabic eyes

that make you feel safe to drown in them?

Like Youssef’s eyes?

Yeah, Youssef has those eyes

Tell me, is this guy married?

I don’t think so

What difference does it make
if he’s married or not?!

No, I’m just checking up on the guy

and anyway he should be in Palestine

not in Europe making falafel with toofoo

Tofu

Until Palestine is liberated,

let him wait in Berlin

It’s better than the Shatila Camp

Who says that Berlin is better,

are you happy in Paris?

Why wouldn’t I be happy in Paris?

Well, Europeans
can’t stand the sight of you

Who’s “You” honey?

If anything, since racism
increased in France

I immediately changed
my name on the buzzer

to Jamila Bouhired

"Djamila"

so they hate me personally

"My friend Jamila

A greeting to you wherever you are

In prison, in torment, wherever you are"

What is this?

“A letter to Jamila” A song by Fairuz

I can’t remember where I read this

But they say that when
the Arabs traded slaves

they didn’t care about their skin color

Really

That’s very funny

No really, they used to enslave anyone
as long as they weren’t Muslim

It was the Europeans who first decided

that blacks were slaves
and whites were the masters

You think the Arabs were better?

That's not what I meant

One tells you that you’re born a slave

because your skin has a particular color

And the second gives you a chance
to change everything you believe in

so you can be free

Choose what's better for you

No one chooses anything

No one chooses anything

we’re all born slaves

What is this Descartes or Aristotle?

My father, God rest his soul

Dad never said anything like this

Ok

Her father died when
she was only nine years old

What made you think of the slave story?

She means that racism in Europe today

exists because of their colonizing history

Correct

But I was also thinking of my concerts

Hear me out

I’ve been doing them for the past year

and I choose who to invite every time

on the condition that they
don’t bring anyone with them

I choose when they should come,

what they’ll hear,

and when they leave

When I’m singing,

I forget who I invited
and who’s in front of me

I don’t usually pay attention
until the concert has ended

and then they should leave

Sometimes I wonder

if they really are guests
or they’re actually...

Slaves

Rayya, these are your guests
you shouldn’t talk to them like that

Rawad and Youssef aren’t my guests,
they’re my friends

and they are the only ones who
would understand what I’m saying

But I don’t understand!

What don’t you understand?

Rayya’s relationship with her guests

is just like any two people abiding by
the rules of their relationship

You can call them slaves, or whatever

if the word annoys you

Haven’t you ever been in a relationship

where you were stuck
in the rules of the game

and the goal was to play
an unnecessary scenario

just so you can feel anything at all?

No

Don't the filmmakers
you work with have a problem

that it's so obvious when you lie?

Aren’t you an actor?

Youssef was the best in class

Does anyone know what happened to Rawan?

She got married and left the country

I never knew what you did after college

I left but didn’t get married

No really, what did you do?

I left to Paris for a year so I can
continue my masters in dance

but it didn’t work out and I came back

And what are you doing now?

I'm singing

Do you write your own songs?

No I sing covers

Where are you singing?

Here

Just here?

Yes

Aha, this alone takes your story

of the slave trade to another level

So, Rawad, tell us
What are you up to in Kreuzberg?

He’s eating falafel with...

tofu?

When I finished university

I got a scholarship
and went straight to Berlin

I studied Media Arts

And he works in television

At the Deutsche Welle

at the editorial office

so I can get the residency permit

and a salary every month...

And on the day of the presentation

he hung a piece of cloth on stage

and screened the video

Of course, teachers didn't
understand anything

and they failed him

I’m working on a video installation

I’m very excited about it

but it’s been a bit slow lately

Do you think of coming back?

At first, not at all

but things might be changing

Take it from me, don’t come back

It only brings disasters

You came back

And fuck that decision

Wow

No I’m very happy in Paris

I have my apartment there,

my friends,

I live at my own pace

and I can’t stand living in Lebanon,

especially with the people here,
and their mentalities

This is the first time that Layla

has stayed three months straight in Lebanon

Rayya was very young when I went to France

It’s the first time
we've spent time together

in a long time

I feel like staying longer with her

especially now,
I won’t leave her by herself

Of course

Youssef, would you pour us some whisky?

Yes, Ma’am

Didn't you date in college?

Yes, for a short while

So after all these years

you don’t feel anything for Rayya?

Layla, now what?

It’s just a question

It’s normal for two people who
shared something,

when they suddenly see each other again,

to feel nostalgic

Am I right, Youssef?
What do you think?

You need to ask them

Do you think that it was serious

or that they were kids having fun?

Who knows

Don’t believe him

Youssef knows very well how in love I am

In love? With whom?
Someone I know?

No, someone he met in Germany

So why come back then?

The idea would be for us
to live together in Lebanon or Germany

So it’s serious

Yeah, but It’s not up to me

Someone’s finally got you by the balls

Yeah, well... Anyway

Cheers everyone and cheers to love

How come you all lost touch?

How come you all lost touch?

How can anyone go for ten years
without asking about their friends?

Frankly, after I left for Germany,

I lost touch with everyone here

I barely saw my parents

and Youssef, I saw
by accident the last time I was here

It’s normal, everyone went
their way after college

and if we hadn’t bumped into Rayya

the other night and she insisted we come

I wouldn’t have thought we’d meet again

It’s true, can you believe what
a trick you’ve pulled on us?

We thought we were coming
to have a quiet drink

turns out it is a concert

You had to see Youssef’s
face when we got here

I wanted to surprise you

You did

We looked like idiots
standing there at the concert

with a bouquet of flowers

I’m sure all your friends thought
we were those idiots

who get the star a bouquet
and hand it to her on stage

You really did look funny

Shut up Layla

I’m really glad you came

We are too

Rawad can you give me a cigarette?

Careful dear this causes cancer!

Are you crazy?

Layla told us in the kitchen

What did Layla tell you?

That you have cancer

Cancer!?

You told me not to let them leave!

I can’t believe what you are
able to do sometimes

Me?

You’re crazy

Pierrot is cancer now?

You’re calling him Pierrot now?

Pierre is cancer?

Well, he is killing you

Rawad, lets move

Youssef, please sit down

my sister is disturbed

don’t go because of what Layla said

- Let me pour you a drink
- You are both sick

Who jokes about their
sister having cancer?

Calm down, don’t overreact

Rayya has a better joke to tell you

That's enough!

You’re scary when you walk

This is the first time someone’s
given me this compliment

I’m not surprised you
took it as a compliment

Good

Why?

It means you know me now

I don’t know anything about you

Youssef

Rayya, don't you have anything to say?

Rawad, did you feel anything?

Like what?

I've been thinking all evening

about how to bring it up

like an idiot I was
wondering if the seaside

suited her or if the mountains were better

Seaside weather suits Rayya perfectly

They say this weather
is perfect for lost souls

maybe you too should move here

What, is it our turn now?

Oh, it has been your turn
since the beginning

Every since the concert ended

you’ve been trying, very politely,
especially you Youssef

to leave this house

You annoyed the fuck out of me
with your stinking values and logic

you think no one noticed that you haven’t
said anything about yourself

while Rawad and Rayya
bored me with their stories?

What are you hiding?

And you Rawad,

you think I believe you saying that
you are lost between Lebanon and Germany

because you’re in love?

Or because you don’t know
what you are doing in Germany

You both stayed here because you
thought Rayya had cancer

Great

She doesn’t

And now what, you’re leaving?

Ignore her

The phone is ringing

Come

Come!

Aren't you going to taste it?

There’s a cigarette on the plate

Ok

What’s so funny?

In compulsory military service

in the beginning

they mix very strange things with the food

so their tongues would go numb

and can’t tell the difference in tastes

so that at war

they could eat anything without caring

Yeah, I feel the same now

You did your military service?

On television

What?

He was preparing for a new role

Stop, leave them

I don’t mind

What is the oldest wine bottle you have?

A bottle that my father kept in the cellar

and didn’t get the chance to open

Can we?

No

So sing something for us

No

- You can’t say no twice
- And why not?

Because the ancient Romans use to say

If the woman says "No" twice

she won’t be able
to bear children for 5 years

and she’ll have to go to Baalbak
and lick all seven columns

There are six columns in Baalbak

All six, and scream “Yes!”
from the top of her lungs

in front of the God of the Sun

No, please, ok
I’ll sing, what do you want?

Something by Um Kulthum

Can I say "No"?

Ok

And spent the night thinking of
what has happened to you

And what has happened to me

And I said he has not
experienced confusion upon

when I greet him

Nor has he experienced desire in my eyes

so he kept speaking

You can't stop like this

Yes I can

No you can't

Yes of course, I can

Come sing with me

I want to complain to you
from the fire of my love

I want to tell you about
what is in my heart

And tell you about
what is keeping me up at night

And tell you about what is making me cry

And to describe to you
the exhaustion of my soul

But my pride prevents me

Now, go back

You’re boring me with your Arabic music,
don't you listen to anything else?

Youssef is a great dancer

A maestro

Rayya...

you don’t have cancer, right?

No dear I don’t

So tell me, are you really in love?

Very much

Are you?

I don’t know anymore

What does that mean?

I think I’m bored...

anyway, enough about me

Tell me, is it the first time
you feel so in love?

Yes

How are you sure?

How am I sure?

I mean how can you be sure
that what are you feeling now is love

and not just something powerful
that might end at any moment?

I don’t mean to diminish what you two have

but it is very weird

to take such a big decision
such as moving from Berlin to Beirut,

based on a relationship

Haven’t you ever felt that
what you are doing, can't be wrong?

Towards someone?
No

But I feel like tonight
everything's going as it should be

Pierre

Yes my love

I’m sorry

I can't come tonight

I have friends over

I know, I know
I can’t do anything about it

I will see you tomorrow,
you will come here

yes, you will come here

take care

Where do you want him to come?

Here

Why don’t you tell him to come now?

Because he’s not allowed to come here

It’s not good for Rayya’s health

Fuck, this joke is never going to end

This is another joke

It’s the one I promised you

Tell them your joke

Pierre is the only guy
I didn’t invite to the concert

he happened to be there

he’s not even from here

he was on holiday from Paris

apparenttly he came during the concert

and saw me singing
“Neighbor to the valley” by Nour Al Huda

I felt like he could understand
everything I was saying

but in the same time he felt a bit shy,

as if we were alone in the house

and I was just singing for him

but it turned out he didn't
understand a word of Arabic

That story was three month ago, it's great

he's great

You might not understand this

but you know when a man
touches you and you get really shy

but you’re also happy because
you can be shy in front of him?

Of course

Where’s the joke?

My boyfriend

What... your boyfriend?

Pierre, he's my boyfriend

Her ex

You’re going out with your sister’s ex?

No, Rayya isn’t so tender

I met Pierre when I was in Paris,
a year and a half ago

like Rayya said, Pierre has a way
of looking at you

it’s hard to ignore it

so I didn't

I invited him to my table

He was drinking the same bourbon I was

We met a couple of times
at the same pub in the Marais

and then at my place

Pierre is unlike any
of the men I’ve been with

I decided I wanted
the relationship to evolve

and I brought him to Lebanon

First, we stayed at my
mom’s place in Beirut

because he wanted to get to know my family

A few days later Rayya had a concert here

The slut was singing on stage

and the rest you now know

You like the joke Mr Youssef?

I wish she had cancer

Youssef!

Youssef

Rawad

And Rayya

Every time someone picks a name,

they will be asked to do something

If the person accepts,
we will each drink a shot

and if he doesn’t,
he will drink the four shots

This is to warm-up

Layla, since you’re the guest of honor

we’ll start with you

Who would like to start with Layla?

I will

Call Pierre and tell him to come over

(Rawad)

Youssef (Rawad)

Rawad, he is yours

Give me the car keys

Rayya

The guest of honor gets to ask

Go ahead

Rayya... Do the thing
you do best

There is something really beautiful
about having sex just to have fun

this pleasure of someone
hurting you on the inside

you’re hurting but you barely bleed

you’re cramped but can barely scream

It’s very powerful to fuck
to fuck yourself, to have fun

just to have fun

not to bear children

On the contrary, when you doubt that
something is growing inside you,

you kill it

and drown it in
alcohol, cigarettes and coke

and you let Pierre’s hand
punch you in the stomach until it dies

Smell

This is the smell of earth

the smell of earth in autumn

isn’t it beautiful?

Only the man who understands
sex between two women

is capable of making a woman shiver

What tells you that two women won’t
want to have children with each other?

What are you trying to prove?

Prove? Nothing

I’m just jealous

Jealous?

Of you

Both of you

Rawad

Your have a hot ass

I’m really happy you found
someone who deserves it

and deserves your kind heart

This is father

Rayya thinks she can protect him by
buying him an ornate house drawn by hand

It’s so Pharaonic, isn't it?

Do you bring him gifts, darling?

Let’s open it and see

Stop it! Enough

Sit down

Sit

What do you want?

The bourbon

No one move.
Does anyone need anything else?

A lighter

cigarettes

an ashtray and a drink

How long are we staying?

What do you want?

A bottle of wine

The coke is here,

Bring me the fish that no one tasted

Both of you, stop it

You on this side, and you on the other

No one crosses to other side

You ask her questions from over there
and she answers you

then you ask her another and she answers

No one asks two questions in a row

And?

Don’t ask me, ask her!

Are you happy?

Yes

Are you happy?

Yes

Does he talk to you about me?

No

Do you hate me?

Pass

No

What’s your favorite color?

Pierre’s eyes

I know this isn’t a question

but if you tear my leggings I’ll end you

Do you remember our father?

Yes

What do you remember?

You can’t ask two consecutive questions

Did you like Gilbert?

Who’s Gilbert?

Your mother’s new husband you idiot

Of course not Anyway, they won’t last

Whose turn is it?

Yours

You think he’s upset
that I forgot his birthday?

You didn’t forget.
You decided not to go

Whose cock do you think is bigger?
Youssef's or Rawad's?

Mmm... Youssef has big competition

Hey!

It’s none of your business what we ask

Did you fall in love
with anyone before Pierre?

Love is for the weak

I didn't leave anyone out

Do you know how hard it was
to find someone to have kids with?

Do you know that Pierre
didn't want to have kids at all?

Yes

But what he wanted was never important

Rawad, are you staying long?

Palestinians have been
like this since 1948

and now you’re bored in ten minutes?

What does this have to do with that?

Everything

"This" decided that
"that" was the promised land

so there were two peoples on the same land

but there is a line between them

and it was forbidden
to ask any questions about it

forbidden to say "this" or "that"

This is what I’m working on in Germany

This is the Germany project?

You are placing Palestinians
and Israelis facing each other

and watch them asking questions?

No

I’m sitting on one side of the line

And who is on the other side?

An Israeli artist I met in Berlin

There are people who are
dying fighting the Israelis

and you’re sitting in front
of an Israeli asking her questions?

Didn’t I say his projects are silly?

It’s not like that

What then?

Don’t take it personally

What do you mean?

Because we’re not talking about you and me

We’re talking about something
that’s been dragging for 60 years

and I’m trying to find a solution

A lot of people before you tried

How?

With the resistance, treaties...

Exactly, people who make treaties
aren’t the ones who should reconcile

those who fight, have
never spoken with each other

Does Ahmad know about this project?

The falafel guy?

Listen Rawad

You know very well why it bothers me

that you in particular, are doing this

Youssef

The kid is trying to be an artist

It seems that he got excited over the idea

that few people have an official enemy,

and he decided to work on it

The idea is actually not so bad

Leave him be

And anyway, I don’t understand
the tension between the both of you

Rawad, can I ask or can I only ask Rayya?

They just love each other, it's fine

Yes, it's fine

(Rawad)

I want a child

What do you mean?

I want to carry your child

- No
- No?

You’re handsome and you’re cute

I’m not going to say that you’re smart

and you’re going to
waste your sperm in him?

Don’t tell me children shouldn’t be
conceived outside of love...

I miss you

You miss me or did the lady turn you on?

Layla is softer than you are

They should stay at body temperature

you have one hour to use them

Good spot, Ms Rayya

Do you bring any of your guests behind
the microphone or are they all slaves?

Anyway, I have a story to tell you
about tonight’s slaves

When you and Rawad were seeing each other

Rawad was mine

I used to hate you not because
you’re a bourgeois

but because you’re an idiot

When I was good to you

I pitied you

because when you slept in Rawad’s arms

you slept on our story, mine and his

What you don’t know is that

when I took Rawad to my
village in the South for the first time

I took him to Khiam prison

where my father was imprisoned

before the Lahed army took him to Israel

and we never heard of him since

We still don’t know
whether he’s dead or alive

but in the village,
they decided that I was

the martyr’s son

The broken walls on Rawad’s arms

are the Khiam prison walls

This is the secret I entrusted him with

because when I came to Beirut,

I didn’t want to be
"Youssef, the martyr’s son" anymore

but I wanted to be Youssef

just Youssef

Oh, by the way

I don’t know what he told you about the
Japanese tattoo he has on his arm

but simply

it’s my name

I honestly don’t really like tattoos

especially when he did
really useless things

that I didn’t understand why he
would want them on his body

and he got a few just to piss me off

like the waves that came through the walls

or the spider that is
climbing on his shoulder

that whenever we argued

he reminded me that you liked them

What are we doing?

We’re walking from one dot to another

What’s wrong?

I found a dot

Move over, I’m on it

I found another dot

Like this one?

No, prettier

Show me, show me

No, you slut

Youssef

Her father drew these dots for her

When she's sad, she walks
from here to there until she's happy

and from here to there to be strong

and from here to there
to remember that she’s beautiful

And why are you following her?

I felt like it

Ok, are you happy now?

I’m happy whenever Rayya is happy

And what are the other dots for?

This one is for when she’s sleepy

and this one for when she’s hungry

and this for when she
is taking things that aren’t hers

Touché

Very funny

From this dot, you get
the best view of the house

Here is when I was five

Six

Seven

Eight

and here is when dad died

There’s another one here

There’s a lot of them

There’s one dot in front of the door
with a brass cask

Rayya keeps filling it with salty water
to ward off the bad eye from the house

There’s one downstairs

Her father told her:

"Every time you want to hear my voice

go down there and you’ll hear it"

But what is this?

This is something else

He left her two other dots
so she can decide on their function

Nice

So where are the rest

There’s one here

and one here under the microphone

So what did you decide?

I haven’t yet

Can we help?

No

Here, you can do whatever you want
without anyone seeing you

Here,

I can marry Youssef

and here, I’m in Paris

Pregnant?

I’m going to get the couch in here

does anyone want to help me?

Youssef...

Rayya and Layla seem to be getting along

Don’t be too quick to say that
They’ll be fighting again soon

Don’t jinx them, give us a break

I don’t understand how anyone could
live in this house and not be happy

Right?

It’s such a beautiful house

Imagine this was ours!

If this was my house, it would have
an opening towards the sea

You? It would be lucky
to have a window

Oh shut up

But if this was our house it would
definitely have an opening towards the sea

And you can add another opening
to this wall you have on your arm

Do you want to swim?

Where is Rayya going?

I don't know

Where’s Rawad?

He went swimming

You want to go?

No

Come on the water looks great

I told you I don’t want to

Are you scared of swimming at night?

No, I don’t like to swim at all

You don’t like to or are you scared to?

I’m scared

What are you scared of?

What do you mean?
With the sea things are clear

Whatever happens, it always wins

If you don’t drown

your are lucky, but you wouldn't have won

I’ll go check on Rawad then

I was thinking...

your story about my tattoos

is much better than the real stories

No really

Do you remember the story of this one?

Yes, because you’re an idiot

Who tries the needle on their own hand?

And this one?

Do you remember
when I told you about how the waves

reminded me of difficult times

and you told me that this was
the most ridiculous metaphor ever?

I was just joking with you

No, you’re right

Even worse than this metaphor

is that when I was 17, the current
took me and I almost drowned

but I won

And this stupid tattoo here...

I thought I wrote “love” in Japanese

but it turned out to be meaningless

And this one

is supposed to be a spider
looking for its home

Is this Rayya?

Rayya

Rayya!

You haven’t kiss me here yet

Oh, enough already

It’s a very beautiful evening

Beautiful?

I don’t think that
this is the right word for it

What’s so beautiful about it?

You

The place we’re going to is nice

Where are we going?

That you will not be scared
to love me in the open

Scared to love you in the open?

What, you expect our relationship
to stay the way it is, in hiding?

What do you expect?

I expect you’d unwind like you
did tonight, so it gets better and better

Rawad, I’m not one of your projects

that you have trouble with
and solve the next day

It’s me, do you have a problem with me?

You’re cute together

We’re funny

No, Rayya and I are funny

you’re cute together...

Sometimes I can hear the echo in the house

as if the house were laughing at us

We’ve entertained it
quite well this evening

You know, tonight
reminded me of the parties

my dad used to organize for his friends

These dots aren’t just for Rayya

Evenings would not end

before someone smoked a cigar from the
dot with the best view of the house

or another recited a poem on the only dot
where you could see Jaffa from Lebanon

Jaffa?

Come with me

Dad decided that if you
were to stand on this dot

and look far far away

and the weather permitting

you could see Jaffa from here

And this dot is Damascus

They were all like pilgrims

walking drunk towards Jaffa

and they told her:

"You are happy"

and from Jaffa, they walked
to Damascus and told her:

"You are strong"

They got to the third dot
that my father called the "Point of life"

everything ends with it and starts again

they told life:

"You’re beautiful"

and they circled over and over again

Jaffa, Damascus, Life

Jaffa, Damascus, Life

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