Tales of moonlit wanderings and travels: I am a semi-nomadic writer currently based in Istanbul -but am always most comfortable running with the djinns and wolves. Desert obsessed with a penchant for Sufi Poetry, this blog is a documentation of my weird and wayward, postmodern-dervish ways.
Saturday, June 4, 2011
good omen
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?
woo!
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