Comments on: Seed of Zicco http://www.redhobo.com/2009/06/26/start-something/ Potholes and pointless honking Wed, 06 Jul 2011 03:14:20 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.2.1 By: Chirine http://www.redhobo.com/2009/06/26/start-something/comment-page-1/#comment-395 Chirine Sun, 28 Jun 2009 16:52:51 +0000 http://redleb.com/wordpress/?p=307#comment-395 Reading the interview kept on projecting this house I visited four years ago in Lebanon. Could it be that I was in Zicco House? There was some kind of art exhibition going on and I went with my cousin who is a photographer. It is very possible that I was somewhere else but for some reason, I have this house appearing in my mind. I remember really appreciating how old Lebanese houses were being turned into contemporary artistic zones. And now that I am remembering, a funny thing happened that night! My cousin then took me to another "house transformed into a pub" and I sat on a couch while this guy sat before me with what seemed to be his mom and her sister. A few moments later, he approached me and asked "excusez moi mais, n'étiez-vous pas dans l'avion Air France qui venait de Paris?" It turned out this guy and his mom and aunt came from Bordeaux in the very same plane I took after visiting my sister. I took it with amusement. He took it as a sign that we were to get married and have plenty of babies and live happily ever after. Reading the interview kept on projecting this house I visited four years ago in Lebanon. Could it be that I was in Zicco House? There was some kind of art exhibition going on and I went with my cousin who is a photographer.
It is very possible that I was somewhere else but for some reason, I have this house appearing in my mind.

I remember really appreciating how old Lebanese houses were being turned into contemporary artistic zones.

And now that I am remembering, a funny thing happened that night!
My cousin then took me to another “house transformed into a pub” and I sat on a couch while this guy sat before me with what seemed to be his mom and her sister. A few moments later, he approached me and asked “excusez moi mais, n’étiez-vous pas dans l’avion Air France qui venait de Paris?”

It turned out this guy and his mom and aunt came from Bordeaux in the very same plane I took after visiting my sister. I took it with amusement. He took it as a sign that we were to get married and have plenty of babies and live happily ever after.

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