I am jet lagged but still able to reflect on the past two weeks favorite experience. Walking and watching the city wake up. Leaving the building close to sunrise, I am greeted by a few cats startled at the sound of my steps wondering if I am a threat or just a safe walker. I start my descent and pass by the neighborhood baker warming up his oven and spreading his dough with his special zaatar (thyme) mix. I continue my walk going a few meters uphill then down again. A security guard (the same one) is sipping his first turkish coffee of the day with a full rakweh (coffee pot) next to him. Shuffling songs is always fun as the music gets as eclectic as my observations: from Camille to Pete Murray to the Cat Empire... now it's Stael's "Le temps de dire Ouf". http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z293fEIUhuw . I walk by a corner shop where bags of fresh bread are already delivered, sitting on racks waiting for the shop to open. The wind starts blowing harder: I am ge
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