Tunisia is where the heart is.

A year ago, I was pushing everyone in my family to go to vote, I even made my brother register at the last moment.I was so proud,hopeful , and aspiring to see a country relive a wave of freedom since our independence in 1956. I still remember the excitement, the happiness , and the urge to vote in every Tunisian who were there at the voting rooms. We made the voting day a family quality time thing. We never really voted, my parents votes were systematically counted and we had electoral cards that only served to justify fake votes. I took pictures the day of the election, my first ever election , a way for me to remember theses moments, to tell my children about that day, to share what I lived with persons who've done it before me and those who did not. I took pictures to remind me of my right and duties, to remind me that freedom always come with a price, and that one can be deprived from enjoying his/her right to be a citizen. I believe that things did change for me, I realized that who ever I would elect, that person works for me. By this I mean, that who ever presents him/herself for a governmental position is a public official that should for the people who had voted for him and never the other way around. I was thinking that those persons would smart enough to realize that very simple notion.Alas, some thought have a nice desk would make them " a khalifa instead of the current one". I am still hoping that my land would and will stay the country of peace, where people never hesitate to enjoy life's simplest pleasures, where the jasmine's smell reminds me my sweet Tunisia. May Allah protect you from obscurantism, ignorance and GREED!

Georgia on my mind

In the country where democracy is a key element and freedom is a mundane right,where cops are almighty in some southern state.if you have a natural tan a'd you don't look white enough for common standards better have some ID on you!!!Who said that deportation cat be rightfully recycled?

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thoughtless

J'ai  l'impression que le gouvernement Tunisien s'adresse au peuple en mode John Rumbo/Ju7a...

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at last

#Myanmar: Ban Ki-moon welcomes establishment of commission to investigate violence in Rakhine state http://t.co/VDKmD7bv http://twitter.com/UN/status/236628533009596416

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vie

Lonely banch

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Une vie de chat...

Sitting in the living-room, watching TV, there is a U2 song "where the streets have no name".Well , that made me wonder about life in here.Here, all the streets have names, even the tiniest lanes still have some kind of name referring to them. Two weeks and a half in Belgium, an eternity to me.Two cats to clean after, pretend to love and sometimes talk to. A week and a half since I have had a status. I am the ' vrouwke' and it does not thrill me that much. It is funny how things turn, it all started with a joke that led to something more serious " a relationship".I do not know if I really want that but all I know is that I have challenges to faces, people to convince of my intentions and others to show my potential to. Things are the same or look to be the same. Now, what worries me the most is how I should do things.Reinvent, recreate, remodel or just go with the flow. Once a teacher told us in the class that overdoing things , trying to make every single thing count would lead to a personal breakdown, that sometimes we need to come up with a system that would help us make things easier for ourselves. I think that for the moment , I do not really enjoy the system which means that either I have to change or to find out an other system that works for me.whatever happens, things will end up in a way that I have to figure out the functioning. Life is not about systems , calculations and equations, It can also be about good hazards, things planned often lose their attraction. Believing in an instant of pure happiness it much better then boxing emotions according to timing that often are there to reassure us , nothing more or less.

My CELTA marriage

About a month ago , I started my CELTA intensive course.I never erally knew what the word intensive meant but now I DO. The course makes you go through a rollercoaster of emotions where family and friends support is a must. I knew about some consequences in case one is absent or not doing the job the right way.the thing that I decided to do was to surrender to the fact that I was getting married during the last week of the course. reckless decision, expected problems , sure there were plenty, all i knew is that I did not want to give up on my course , due to the fact that my weddign celebrations was there. The day I went to pay the deposit, my tutor warned me nicely that it was not the best idea ever, that many persons could not handle the stress and the requirements of the course. I sat there, reflecting upon my situation thinking about the outcomes.I made my descion and paid the deposit.I knew I ws not the toughest person on earth , the only rock solid thing I knew about was the major fact that my family are there for me no matter what happens.