Today I was thinking about our Syrian neighbour. I was wondering if Syria was still alive because I’m hanging on by a thread. I was a victim of Assad’s brutal dictatorship since I was born in 1980.

Today my brain resembles pictures of Syria where you can see all the destruction the civil war has brought. But Assad is still threatening Lebanon by saying “we can’t stay out of the region’s fire”. As Hendrix would sing: “let me stand next to your fire”.

The Middle East and the Arab World has become the toy of choice for our great superpowers like America and the BRICS. The Mediterranean is a mess to the point that we are working almost everyday even though it’s 37 degrees celsius.

I don’t want to work too much; I only want to forget the civil war. That’s why I’m smoking 4 packs a day. You can call me a hypocrite if you want. But this isn’t the only thing that makes me sick to my stomach.

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Will You Hold Hands And Watch The Sunrise?

Today I was browsing the web about Syria and stumbled upon an article of the Jerusalem Post: indifference is more deadly than fear. It seems an NGO is doing some humanitarian work in Syria. Against all odds.

As Bill Murray used to put it in the movie The Man Who Knew Too Little: “both”. The question was: “what are you? CIA? FBI?” and the answer was “both”.

The fact that the Jerusalem Post is making that NGO a model of humanity makes you forget they are probably doing some spying for Israel’s army. Yes modern warfare now has become the less frank possible.

You’re looking for a lover who won’t blow your cover: it’s so hard to find. It seems today everything became more complicated because of France and The Revolution. So now we have NGOs doing spying for the army. This makes me sick to my stomach.

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Are You Made Out Of Gold And Can’t Be Sold?

In a world where spies probably work for at least 2 organisations in order to buy a home in Brighton, you can bet one day your stomach will wake you up and tell you: “what kind of fool are you?”

I’m an experienced man but I must say modern warfare has become absolutely disgusting. We know in the beginning of the 20th century they said: “a war to end all wars”. Since then, we had WW2 and the planet became a far west saloon. After that, we had time to breathe until 9/11.

Treachery and treason: there’s always an excuse for it. Edward Snowden in Russia reminds us that, in that kind of business, the one who has a cold will go down. This makes me sick to my stomach.

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Will You One Day Hear Trumpets And Violins?

It takes time and effort to understand the music sometimes. A French music journalist once complained that an artist massacred Jimi Hendrix. You can’t really understand everything Hendrix made if you don’t pay attention.

It’s true some songs are easy to digest and easy to listen. The lyrics are simple and the emotions are surprisingly naive. But the true beauty of experience is that you are able to pay attention to the smallest detail that could make a difference. Even Winston Churchill used to say that “what you call luck is attention to details”.

That Jerusalem Post article is surprisingly aimed at naive people that don’t want to see the brutal truth: today everything becomes an instrument toward domination. Some might say it can make you sick to your stomach; the thing I have in mind is how sometimes children are also hostage.

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What Kind Of Fool Am I?

I’m French and Lebanese so I might be a double agent. I also speak English fluently so, as you can see, I could work for 3 countries without really noticing. At one point I thought this was an advantage; I had an edge on competition. But now this is making me sick to my stomach.

What a wonderful world: you can see spies of yellow (with liver problems) and red bosses too (furiously angry). And I see a pure massacre that an NGO is trying to prevent. Of course, they like to keep an eye on their neighbourhood.

The secret is in the cheese: one day I went to a shrink because I was tired and she told me: “to a doctor you can say everything”. So I started to talk about childish things like how one of my friends’ mother had 4 children with 3 fathers.

Today I’m 39 and I still don’t have children. I will never know how I was watched from the shadows as a child. I will never know how it feels to love and get over it. People in power are so freaked out about espionage and we could start to understand Big Brother.

Someone crashed the party and there are dead people everywhere. Bring your alibis!

Nicolas Sursock

Written by Nicolas Sursock

Nicolas is a musician. His work now focuses on digesting 10000 songs of jazz, blues, soul, rock, funk and electronic. He plays the guitar if he's not blogging.