I’ve been soo busy sorting out Emmortel out for the launch next week that I’ve had no time to write about anything these past couple of days. It’s really strange but what got me pumped up to finish it on time, isn’t the promise I made myself ages ago, but rather a poem that Stathi wrote for me in mind. One of the reasons we’re such good buddies (and there are many) is the fact that we both feel slightly displaced in our country of origin. We understand what it means to be raised in one place but belong somewhere else. The last few lines really struck a cord with me, so I’ll eventually use those in the animation I’m working on. Just as a small footnote, khaled in arabic means immortality.