To our Dearest Marc Dakramanji!
Dearest Marc:
It feels so weird writing to you here, after you’ve been there for three years, hanging around NDL, and Ecole Plus, shouting singing laughing and sometimes “studying”. As bitter as it feels, we miss you there, we miss you shouting at Mr. Ihab :”el istez m7atat 3layyi, we7yet immi ma 3milit shi”, We miss you stepping outside to the corridor and telling me “zhi2it”, we miss that look in your eyes that was full of life!!!! [Read more →]
