Dear USA,
In the past two weeks I have traversed your land by bike, plane, car, bus, train and boat. I have traveled with family, friends, strangers and a tom tom navigator -- in fact, I am currently in one of your greyhound buses from Boston back to NY to conclude a US era of 7.5 years (on june 4). I have stayed at family, friends, strangers (couchsurfing), hostels, BB, inns, apartments, motels and hotels...
However, the restless nomad is tired and burdened by all his belongings in the absence of a fixed destination in your nation, the expiration of his visa and bureaucratic complications for getting alternative ones. The nomad is repulsed by all your thunderstorms simultaneously targeting beach and natural resorts. The nomad is homesick for a home yet to be found and eventually inhabited.
After tomorrow, I take a plane to Istanbul before hitting Beirut. I will be relaxing, planning, reading, writing and applying for visas in a much affordable environment. After all, your east coast is a beast in terms of cost. My stay here only aspires for a business plan that produces nothing more than $$ where life is reduced to a darwinian survival of the fittest and fellow humans are all regarded as cold-blooded competitors.
I hate farewells so I shall end this note with a thank you for all you taught me and made out of me...
Until our paths coincide again, take care of your children, many have become good friends.
Yours,
Alaa -- but you can call me Al
In the past two weeks I have traversed your land by bike, plane, car, bus, train and boat. I have traveled with family, friends, strangers and a tom tom navigator -- in fact, I am currently in one of your greyhound buses from Boston back to NY to conclude a US era of 7.5 years (on june 4). I have stayed at family, friends, strangers (couchsurfing), hostels, BB, inns, apartments, motels and hotels...
However, the restless nomad is tired and burdened by all his belongings in the absence of a fixed destination in your nation, the expiration of his visa and bureaucratic complications for getting alternative ones. The nomad is repulsed by all your thunderstorms simultaneously targeting beach and natural resorts. The nomad is homesick for a home yet to be found and eventually inhabited.
After tomorrow, I take a plane to Istanbul before hitting Beirut. I will be relaxing, planning, reading, writing and applying for visas in a much affordable environment. After all, your east coast is a beast in terms of cost. My stay here only aspires for a business plan that produces nothing more than $$ where life is reduced to a darwinian survival of the fittest and fellow humans are all regarded as cold-blooded competitors.
I hate farewells so I shall end this note with a thank you for all you taught me and made out of me...
Until our paths coincide again, take care of your children, many have become good friends.
Yours,
Alaa -- but you can call me Al
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