Wadea Saada - scattering life between two banks

Number of pages: 118 I can forget his voice (on the phone) for the first time. That was in 1985. And the "Happy Republic" in which we lived is drowning in a new round of killings and destruction, which turned everything into a memory. Each of us lives in a different area. Lebanon's roads are cut off, and under the control of the militias of the reality. No one can reach the other. I had not met Wadi Sulaiman Sada before. All I know about him are some poems, and some articles I read for him. And he certainly did not know me. I was at the beginning of writing, and all I published were a few poems and articles in my newspaper "As-Safir" and "An-Nahar".