Damascus’ White Battles

When you live in a city where it snows for one or two days once a year; even sometimes once every few years, you can’t but be excited about it. I recall, often when it snowed, we played with that white stuff for one day before it would all melt down on the next day — if not by the end of the day. I still hold childhood memories of the times when I felt sad because I ran out of snow.Continue reading “Damascus’ White Battles”