Saturday, June 4, 2011
Today a syrian pigeon shat on my arm, whilst I sat near the Umayyad Mosque in the old city.
For real, a nice big glob of birdshit on my arm, as i sat surrounded by Iranian women in black sheets and old men drinking coffee and little kids eating ice cream and tea sellers in their fancy costumes.
Only in Damascus would this not bother me.
In fact...its good luck to be shit on by a bird. right?