Torino, a bastion of resistance, Friday night in the middle of August, is one of the few pubs open since the beginning of the dirty war. Andreas DJ Hani and Mike behind the bar and we on the same table. Nothing has changed yet everything is different.
Oddly there is no journalist today, they are all fronts for these fools. I count at least 20 guys to 3 girls, they all deserted the neighborhood or what? The atmosphere was sordid, murky but although it is still open in this dark night, it might be the germ of a possible life in the capital.
People are being killed elsewhere, a few miles in those areas that God has abandoned the insanity of war. I feel guilty but I say do not change their habits. Anyway see Amine Gemayel give us lessons of "real politic" with his mouth to ass chicken, his hair and eyebrows that touch his suit in 1000 dollars is really not gay.
And then the music is this good it makes you forget time of a glass, the noise of machinery threatening Israeli spy on us night and day. I became paranoid ... I think we're all paranoid ... it is the virtues of war I suppose. Go
I finish my drink and I'm outta here and hope that Torino will always be open tomorrow.
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