Biography and List of Journals
Saeed began this journal in Jan. 2002. The journals will remain here as an archive, but he has since become a full-time journalist and documentary filmmaker. Please visit www.touristwithatypewriter.com and www.taji.co.uk to see his most recent work.
Here are my different Journals...
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This is something about my new life.
A few details about the choices I've made that have led me to this point.
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Perhaps I will begin a new chapter at this point. There is very little difference between this chapter and the preceeding one. Except to say that I have run out of space.
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You could say, at his point, I have begun to work. I've led two of my own tour to date, with excellent results. That is, no deaths to speak of (but a few not to be spoken of)
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I have seen the Holy Land (from a distance), and have later come to realise that Jordan is a much more organised place than Egypt (in some respects).
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There has been little certainty these days. I was not surprised, therefore, when I learned that I would probably never see her again. This will be a self-obsessed story with only a few things to hide.
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I was in London, the original motherland. Now I've returned to the pre-original motherland, and I have this to say...
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I have left Cairo. Only temporarily. Taken a vacation and I left for Spain. I begin in Barcelona, then make my way to Finestrat in the South for some rock-climbing.
In the meantime, this happens...
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I'm in between two places, and in that time I make a mistake.
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Lost Time
15 Mar 2003
thru
17 Mar 2003
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Last Updated
15 Mar 2005
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I had the idea to visit a place I had never heard of. Unofficially, you understand...
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You have now entered a new phase of peace-keeping, diplomacy, and general global convenience.
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Often, we wait years for changes. We are patient, and look forward to the day when we can finally look back and remember what things were like before the change. Other times the change is sudden, and we have no chance to consider it before it's over.
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This is summer in Morocco. Things must move at a slower pace. Mornings, there is the odd electrical storm, then we are hot again.
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My contract here is almost over. As I run my last few tours in Morocco, I know I'm on my way out.
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The Film
18 Jan 2004
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Last Updated
13 Apr 2004
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I thought it would take months to start filming my documentary. By January 18 it had begun, but I was still utterly unprepared.
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Split
4 Feb 2004
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Last Updated
4 May 2004
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In the middle of filming, I have to get back to Casablanca to work for two weeks.
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Associating with this world of wine, expensive accents, decorating, selling the loft flat in Paris, buying another hotel in Marrakesh, partners and lovers but never husband and wife.
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I move out from my friends' flat, get a hotel room, start playing guitar and studying, reading, writing in my monkish cell.
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I decide to travel some more around the country. I'm sure I'm waiting for something else to happen, but I don't yet know what it is. I pick up my camera in Casablanca and think about going back to London to get a job, start paying rent and taxes again.
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I went to Tangiers for the Jazz festival. I found it. Sometimes...
Wait...wait...let me explain what's going on here. I haven't written for two years. TWO YEARS! In fact, it's two years to the day. Sorry for the wait. I've been busy.
Now I'm going
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There's more music to come, more time to kill: I learn to play the 'oud, I try to sing, I look for the town farthest from the sea.
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