The end?... well, maybe!
I owe you this, you whoever you might be who read once my long soliloquies and complaints about my former life in Egypt and who tried in the best way possible to console me in my darkest moments.
You see, I believe I must give you a proper closure of my old sad story. You deserve it! I deserve it as well: It will do me good to just write this entry even as a sort of an absolution that would free me from the past.
I immigrated!! I did it! I am currently writing you this entry from a small town on the North Sea: under the North stars where it rains even in summer; so faraway the dunes of the Sahara haven't even dared to wander.
I am in Germany.. Deutschland.. As a doctor! seit 2 Jahren bin ich hier! That is to say, it's been 2 years since I immigrated to Germany. I got myself a Visa, got on a plane and found a job here where even my boss can boast that he got a new motivated doctor with a perfect experience to work for him!
I speak 5 languages right now and have a basic knowledge of two more. you can't imagine how surprised everyone here looks when an Italian patient comes to our ER with not a single word of German in his brain and the Egyptian doctor gets to get the nag of his illness! ((looking smug right now :-)
Money is no longer an issue. Well can I second this? Money is always an issue; yet this time it's not getting money that's difficult, it's how to spend it!
The chosen one still didn't bless my dark night with the shining light of his face. But I am no longer so desperate to get him. I think I will just take a time off and let him come to me. and if he never came, well then I believe I can easily say how lucky I was: I have had a wonderful life, made my wishes come true and forced my way through rocks and seas but most important of all, I have lived as a free man.
Egypt ..... is still a pain in my heart, A scar that I am afraid even time can't heal! surviving my homeland was much like surviving the war: you know you did it, you know you are safe, you have no more fears yet still comes the night with the self-repeating old dream of losing your pass while being in the airport, or hearing the canon's symphony in the second scenario.
I am still the same person. Maybe a little calmer - the Germans call my calmness a storming temper hehe - but still the same. I like reading, I like Music and I love the trees!! You can't imagine how green Germany is! there are trees here that have witnessed the light of the world before my grandfather got the chance to! It's a paradise here... I really love it.
So, the Egyptian stories conclude. Not like a film in Hollywood where the prince charming comes at the end of the day for the first of many kisses to come, nor like a fairy tale where he fights the dragon to get his Maiden fair!
But I kinnda like this conclusion, won't you too? I mean this bittersweet ending where one has a big smile on his lips and two heavy tears on every cheek; a realistic ending, you could call it. After all, we weren't talking about a prince in this blog, we were merely talking about a gay Egyptian man.
Thank you, for everything...
You see, I believe I must give you a proper closure of my old sad story. You deserve it! I deserve it as well: It will do me good to just write this entry even as a sort of an absolution that would free me from the past.
I immigrated!! I did it! I am currently writing you this entry from a small town on the North Sea: under the North stars where it rains even in summer; so faraway the dunes of the Sahara haven't even dared to wander.
I am in Germany.. Deutschland.. As a doctor! seit 2 Jahren bin ich hier! That is to say, it's been 2 years since I immigrated to Germany. I got myself a Visa, got on a plane and found a job here where even my boss can boast that he got a new motivated doctor with a perfect experience to work for him!
I speak 5 languages right now and have a basic knowledge of two more. you can't imagine how surprised everyone here looks when an Italian patient comes to our ER with not a single word of German in his brain and the Egyptian doctor gets to get the nag of his illness! ((looking smug right now :-)
Money is no longer an issue. Well can I second this? Money is always an issue; yet this time it's not getting money that's difficult, it's how to spend it!
The chosen one still didn't bless my dark night with the shining light of his face. But I am no longer so desperate to get him. I think I will just take a time off and let him come to me. and if he never came, well then I believe I can easily say how lucky I was: I have had a wonderful life, made my wishes come true and forced my way through rocks and seas but most important of all, I have lived as a free man.
Egypt ..... is still a pain in my heart, A scar that I am afraid even time can't heal! surviving my homeland was much like surviving the war: you know you did it, you know you are safe, you have no more fears yet still comes the night with the self-repeating old dream of losing your pass while being in the airport, or hearing the canon's symphony in the second scenario.
I am still the same person. Maybe a little calmer - the Germans call my calmness a storming temper hehe - but still the same. I like reading, I like Music and I love the trees!! You can't imagine how green Germany is! there are trees here that have witnessed the light of the world before my grandfather got the chance to! It's a paradise here... I really love it.
So, the Egyptian stories conclude. Not like a film in Hollywood where the prince charming comes at the end of the day for the first of many kisses to come, nor like a fairy tale where he fights the dragon to get his Maiden fair!
But I kinnda like this conclusion, won't you too? I mean this bittersweet ending where one has a big smile on his lips and two heavy tears on every cheek; a realistic ending, you could call it. After all, we weren't talking about a prince in this blog, we were merely talking about a gay Egyptian man.
Thank you, for everything...