A journalist sometimes falls in love with the city he goes to in search of a report or to do an interview or write a report. This romantic city may have come from a sense of timelessness over poetry, melodies and art. Or maybe because they are the heirs of a turbulent history that left deep wounds in his mind.
Having traveled around the world I was marked by Baghdad and Paris. History is a very powerful and difficult teacher. Those who have not learned a lesson from it are wrong whether they are leaders, whether they are opponents, whether they are journalists.
I love who runs Baghdad or who organizes it. It has a rich history and is the pride of al-Mudanabi and al-Zawahiri. I like Paris because it has the names of poets and writers on its streets, rather than the generals, that helped shape its reputation.
The difference between the two cities is that when night falls on Tigris, I feel the fear of the days to come, it is not in Paris, it says it has ended its wars and left bloody days.
Jealousy is a bad feeling but it comes naturally to terrible Middle Eastern people. I felt it when I slept in Vienna, Paris or Berlin. I envied those cities that never thought about preparing their forces for a possible invasion or preparing for the coming civil war.
“When are the capitals of our region going to get rid of fear inside and out?” I was surprised by that.
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