Sometimes at nights I’m looking at my glass necklace and it reminds me about the glassblowers in Damascus. I wonder what has happened to those people. Life is so vulnerable – it’s like a piece of glass. Few months ago I saw few pieces of ancient roman glass in Old city of Jerusalem and they survived after all that years!
When I went to Abu Ahmad glass factory in Damascus workers invited me to see how they prepared glass with the glassblowing technique. People were very kind and they suggested a cup of tea. This is very common in the countries in the Middle East. I saw so many interesting things in that factory and I bought few Glass pendant necklaces. I will never forget that factory. It reminds me of the good old times where there was Peace in Damascus.