Mentally stable originally Lebanese male french adopted, I spent my 35 years departing from cities and girlfriends to bigger cities and lesser girlfriends. My path took me from Beirut to Munich interluding in Stockholm and ending up in Paris.
Looking back at this journey, I cannot but notice a transition from a life of a down to earth man to that of
sophistication, non-fraudulent but sophistication nonetheless. In fact, my condition of financially struggling
student back in my native Lebanon contrasts with my current welfare as a resident of a European capital.
Today, I have the malaise of many wealthy but ordinary young men: I do not exactly know what to do with
myself. Though subject to my share of depressive episodes, nightmares and melancholy,i cannot enjoy any
of it thoroughly because of a nagging doubt that I am very lucky and ought to be thankful and shut up. I
have an income, a perfect health and believes not only in the pursuit, but the catching by the tail and dragging down into the clover, of happiness.
Discovered lately that he cannot live without mountains, walking them, climbing, sleeping them hugging and looking into the eyes of them. soon without a job, and regularly applying for volunteering missions for he cannot live without genuine human contact

One Amazing Thing I’ve Done

survived a Mediterranean mother

Teach, Learn, Share

several dishes, arabic litterature and grammar, the cities i lived in, dreams

Countries I’ve Visited

Albania, Belgium, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Bulgaria, Czech Republic, Egypt, Georgia, Germany, Iceland, Italy, Kosovo, Luxembourg, Montenegro, Netherlands, Portugal, Russian Federation, Slovenia, Spain, Sweden, Syrian Arab Republic, United Arab Emirates, United States

Countries I’ve Lived In

Egypt, France, Germany, Lebanon, Sweden