Biography
Like all children, one day I tried to catch the thread of light coming from the sun.
That might be where the story begins... or with that small orange toy, an 8mm camera my uncle gave me when I was a child of no more than five.
Or perhaps the story truly began on the Corniche of Tartous, where at fourteen years old, I was walking toward "Old Tartous" to watch a screening at the cinema club. I don’t know if I realized then that I was heading toward my destiny.
Like all children, one day I tried to catch the thread of light coming from the sun.
That might be where the story begins... or with that small orange toy, an 8mm camera my uncle gave me when I was a child of no more than five.
Or perhaps the story truly began on the Corniche of Tartous, where at fourteen years old, I was walking toward "Old Tartous" to watch a screening at the cinema club. I don’t know if I realized then that I was heading toward my destiny.
Like all children, one day I tried to catch the thread of light coming from the sun.
That might be where the story begins... or with that small orange toy, an 8mm camera my uncle gave me when I was a child of no more than five.
Or perhaps the story truly began on the Corniche of Tartous, where at fourteen years old, I was walking toward "Old Tartous" to watch a screening at the cinema club. I don’t know if I realized then that I was heading toward my destiny.
Like all children, one day I tried to catch the thread of light coming from the sun.
That might be where the story begins... or with that small orange toy, an 8mm camera my uncle gave me when I was a child of no more than five.
Or perhaps the story truly began on the Corniche of Tartous, where at fourteen years old, I was walking toward "Old Tartous" to watch a screening at the cinema club. I don’t know if I realized then that I was heading toward my destiny.
Like all children, one day I tried to catch the thread of light coming from the sun.
That might be where the story begins... or with that small orange toy, an 8mm camera my uncle gave me when I was a child of no more than five.
Or perhaps the story truly began on the Corniche of Tartous, where at fourteen years old, I was walking toward "Old Tartous" to watch a screening at the cinema club. I don’t know if I realized then that I was heading toward my destiny.