Good bye Amman

So I just finished packing, and getting ready for my flight out of Amman. I feel so sad leaving the city that I love behind.

The suitcase is bursting with White cheese, olives and many other yummy stuff. But there's one thing I can never take with me, the essence of this country, the warmth and beauty of non-plastic relationships.

Everything away from home feels like plastic. The food tastes like plastic. The people feel like wax, And the relationships are like rubber. They expand and contract and have absolutely no warmth in them.

Good bye Jordanians

Good bye Mecca-mall-cinema-clerk-who-was-a-jerk

Good bye Kathem-in-Le-Royal

Good bye Haifa-in-the-radisson-sas

Good bye downtown

Good bye Reem-cafeteria-second-circle-and-yummy-shawarma

Good-bye-Abu-Issa-coffee

Good bye my friends

Good bye my love

Good bye Amman

I hope I'll see you all soon