Entering Amman by bus after having spend a lifetime in Damascus was the same as to be expelled from the paradise. Even if Amman is everything else but a nice city I try to convince myself that it is not that bad and that every time I get to a new country, it takes at least two weeks time to get to love it.

 

I will not take this time now and just accept the fact that I will not fall in love in Jordan this time. Have a meeting here. With Elena. She had some adventures with Indian mafia before and I was looking forward to see her alive and to here the stories.

 

They sayd, the Arab League Hotel was closed since 3 years. And we were supposed to meet here. Elena is incredible. We manage to find each other and then to get lost together.

I tell you, it is a privilege to travel with people like her.  I said, common, come with me to see Manar. She said, ok. So, we went together. Over the Jordan river.