My name is Damascus, so Damascus Diary is my diary. There are no other authors on this WordPress website. I’m all you get here. I’m not the geographical location that you find on the map. That location is named after people just like me. When we live in Damascus, we make it Damascene. When we leave the land, we take the city with us wherever we go. I’m the smallest Damascene particle you’ll find, yet certainly not the only one. Here you’ll find my father, my mother, and Joud, the Jobar driver. I may have left Syria for good, but I still claim my capital. You’re another particle, just like me, Damascene or another form of existence. You and I are no less than Alexander of Alexandria. The places where we live are worthless if they’re not named after us.
We make up the whole world.