the in-between: minus eleven

21:36:02


We're sleepless in Beirut.


"We have no more government."


"3adi. Khaberni shi jdid."


"Yiii, shou sar?"


"11 ministers resigned."


"A7san. Shou badna fiyoun. Waja3 ras. Hala2 mninzal Torino nfesh khele2na."


"Ma ili jledi..."


"Yiiii, mama3e musi2a, shoo badi a3moul?!"


"People are going to die."


"Ba3ref. 3am bimzah."


"No way bokra inzal 3ala Beirut. Yiii, kif ma ili jledi hek osas!"


"L timing bit3a2ed, ma32oul ma mne2dir nsefir?"


"Aren't you French? Your bekhra will come to pick you up."


"Shou 7al balad..."


"Batalit balad."


"Fuck this shit."


"Kesssss..."




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"When do you want to meet?"


"Friday?"


"I can't Friday. Saturday."


"Tayyeb. Saturday it is."


"Drinks on me."