Franz Wertvollen. (№ 343525)

Very strange country Lebanon. Ignorance seems to be scorched and barren: the ruins of the French, heat, wild, overgrown Arabs in bathrobes, and goats. I study here Arabic drivers and dishwashers. Haryushina language, at least from dishwashers. Dry. Like the wind with the sand. They have no "you", but "favorite". Everywhere Allah. The penetration of Allah in the life of a true once in a thousand more than the Christ in the Catholic. Marketplace language, but with refinements. They have no "good morning". There is morning light, graviola, fat, money, Jasmine, sweet, in the end, but good - no. Poetry, with market ramifications. "Nice" there is no appetite, also, the Arabs did not seem fans of the restraint. They do the concept of alien appetite to eat here and happy always, because the wishes of the food here sound like "let it be the food your eating with pleasure and health", and the prophet and they said if that fall while eating, pick up and eat, so as not to get the food to Satan, and lick your fingers because you don't know what piece of food is grace. Very bold, very sweet, very generous...