Sidon - A Snippet

“They gave me this slot between two buildings to open my little shop”, said the man of about 65 years of age while eyeing the map I was holding of my city – and probably his - Sidon, Lebanon. “Are they planning on expanding the streets? he added. “I’m a student Sir.” I learned to answer as such every time someone eagerly nudges me about my purpose in their neighborhoods. While I was concerned about learning everything about this area for my senior project, the old man kept going on about how his work – fixing wearied-out antiques. I was surprised that he felt grateful and satisfied to work in a capsule that endured the test of time while being surrounded by abandoned warehouses that offered only the textures of their rusty metal and cladded stone and the shadows reflected of some trees planted on the sides of this street.