Muhammad Ali

In the recent times, during my walk on the street of Damascus, I see repeated scenes of people falling down, people of different ages and from different social levels, elderly or young, woman or man, walking alone or with their families. They all share the same scene of fall down for different reasons andm different way but conduct the same meaning.
I look to their tired faces and I don´t see the feelings of shame or discomfort. after their tumble down.They are indifferent to their weakness, full of sadness and anger, they share the same feelings of the pedestrians who just look to the fallen and continue their oppressed, exhausted walk. Does everyone believe that falling down is the regular scene in our city where human and stone collapse.