It’s like watching a movie in the cinema… or standing in the balcony of the second or third floor… You’re in the place… you can partially share and interact… but you are not really part of what’s going on… you know that sooner or later the movie will end or that you’ll leave the balcony and go to somewhere else. I keep having this feeling since a while ago... I watch as if I am not there or not part of what’s going on around me… always thinking about the time things will end and that I’ll be moving to somewhere else soon… The only problem is that I don’t know when I’ll be leaving or for how long and how I’ll be able to bear this feeling… It’s like existing in another level of life… the 2nd Level… where you watch… think… judge… remember… fear… dream… despise… pity… and wish this comes to an end… but where you cannot live.
Mena Mostafa
