Loaloah Fi Paris | Fares Al Radwan

"It was eight-thirty, French time, when Khaled came out of the terminals of Charles de Gaulle International Airport. He did not realize that he passed the passport counter, the luggage hall, or the customs, and he does not know whether his passport has been stamped or not, but what he knows now - and he is certain of it - is that he is above the dust of Paris, the Paris with which he thought that love begins on the ground, as She told him novels and stories of dreamers, but it seems that they never told him that love may be born on the way to it, there where the moon dwells and the stars swim.