100 Years of Solitude…

Trains are somehow connected to romance in my mind. The idea of a train station, waiting for someone, or waving goodbye to a dear person with terrible weather conditions and soft sad music in the background form the perfect setting to a love story. A mixture of Anna Karenina & Dr. Zhivago’s train, this is how I’d picture Tripoli’s old trains to be.

I went there with my sister & friends. A familiar face welcomed us at the entrance, it was Hassan O! He gave us a “Bankmed” cap & we took  off to start a guided tour that was supposed to last for half an hour. We stopped many times to take photos but we were urged to move further because the tour was timed. The event was very simple & I think its simplicity is what made it successful.The provided info was was well researched & one can give the organizers some credit for the punctuality & enthusiasm that was spreading all over the place.

I was amazed by everything around me, the majestic old trains, the wild grass invading almost everything in the attempts of beautifying  the scenery.  I suddenly got attacked by childhood memories: Sandy Belle, Tom Sawyer, Bel & Sebastien, Heidi, The sound of music… I paused & closed my eyes for a moment , and imagined myself part of these stories and it felt great!

Before leaving, we sat in the Train Station’s cafeteria and witnessed the preparation for the mini rock concert that was about to take place. I’m not going to criticize the so called “art” because it’s not the right time to do so,  but I’m going to say this: Chapeau bas for the organizers, Elias Khlat, the volunteers Taha B, Shams & Omar B and all the others who had put their efforts together to make this event successful…

As to my own love story, I’ll keep you posted but it would definitely have a train in it…

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The title of this post is the borrowed from Gabriel García Márquez ‘s “One Hundred Years of Solitude”. I used it because Tripoli Railway Station is 100 years old today..

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About Ymn

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3 Responses to 100 Years of Solitude…

  1. amazinggg post Ymn, I loved it so much! 😀

  2. Ymn says:

    I’m glad you do 😀

  3. mmmayssaaa says:

    on a totally unrelated note (well its gotta be somehow related cuz i remembered it!) theres a house down my street that has an old green car in the front yard. it looks like its been there for centuries. it has plants growing inside of it. even little tiny plants inside the lights! yea, the first pic zakretni fia. bas heik inno.

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