One Apple A Day #56
This is a tough one. When I try to put my sentences right, to align my verbs and to avoid mistypes while I make the effort to build a compelling story. And this is not a story. It’s more like a reflexion, a journey into my inner thoughts to find out something interesting to share.
In the past, I often wrote lists about the travels I made, the experiences I lived or the people I met. I believe that lists are a good way to provide a good picture and cut out the trivia. When I’m writing a list, I’m focusing on the core, I’m diving in the essentials and I’m seeking the true feelings of what I’m trying to tell. Oh I now, it’s easy to become didascalic, to be cold and detached, to remove the feelings from the words. This is why I always try to avoid to list the facts, people or things. Instead, I try to write the emotions, to find the feelings and to put those in my list. To give you an example let me tell you about the walk I did yesterday, in the street of Kuwait city.
The flat grey of the sky, the warm air that sticks to the skin, the absence of pavements, the warm asphalt, the honks calling you every minute, the people staring at you from the shops, the fear of getting hit by a truck, the noise of the muscle cars, the skyscraper beside a falling building, the never-ending construction sites, the Indians and Philipinos waiting for the bus, the girl talking at phone while she drive a Hummer, the piles of dirt, the polished marble outside the hotel, the gym with the Ferrari outside, the new mall with all the glasses, the old mall with a hint of Arabic style, the muezzin chanting from the mosque, the cats searching for food in the dump, the solitude of the streets behind the main strip, the beauty of the boys and girls outside the university, the old men talking outside the barbershop, the sweat running down on my back, the smell of junk food, the flat grey of the sea, the sweet smile of the waitress at my preferred café.