As the train pulled out of Aleppo Station bound for Latakia I settled back into my seat looked out of the window and watched as the suburbs gave way to countryside. I relaxed, looked round at the other passengers and began to enjoy the train ride. A young girl sitting opposite me kept glancing over at the strange foreigner sharing her journey. I smiled back at her and she pretended to read her newspaper.
Looking at the world through the sunset in your eyes
Traveling the train through clear Moroccan skies, Ducks and pigs and chickens call
Animal carpet wall to wall, American ladies five-foot tall in blue