Tingles

Yesterday, a man was seen on a TV channel. He survived from Shiyah massacre. All his family members died. He was seen carrying some papers covered with dust. Those included passports and other official documents. He was smiling in a strange way and repeating:
"Here are the papers. Nothing is gone. Come look.. Nothing is gone.. I still have them all!"

Tingles again..
I still feel them whenever I see a massacre or such a scene. They relieve me. I overcome my guilt of being outside Lebanon at the moment.

I still have the papers. I still feel the tingles.
I re-look to my passport. The cedar on my passport is almost erased. Anybody knows how can I redraw it?

Too much dignity.. Too much blood.
I am afraid to loose these tingles when blood becomes a daily routine..
I will try to find a way to recreate them. I will find a way not to loose my humanity..
Tingles...
Tingles...

Do you still feel the tingles my friend?

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