Momentary Lapse of Reason: Memoires of a LebaneseAuthorHouse, 13/03/2012 - 232 من الصفحات August 31st, 2008. I was alone, celebrating my twenty seventh birthday in my parents bedroom, high on a couple of Tramal sachets and a dozen Rivotril pills, looking at some old photos, photos of when I was a child, and thats when I initiated the most intriguing conversation, with myself, my miniature, barely two year-old self, in the picture I was holding, that led me, for the first time, to be truly convinced that I am sick, that I need to change if I want to continue living... A complex kid, an addicted man, a beautifully dreadful journeyI decided to write. |
المحتوى
Chapter 2 | 23 |
Chapter 3 | 41 |
Chapter 4 | 67 |
Chapter 5 | 103 |
Chapter 6 | 123 |
Chapter 7 | 149 |
Chapter 8 | 159 |
Chapter 9 | 175 |
Chapter 10 | 187 |
Chapter 11 | 195 |
طبعات أخرى - عرض جميع المقتطفات
Momentary Lapse of Reason: Memoires of a Lebanese <span dir=ltr>Bassam Loucas</span> لا تتوفر معاينة - 2012 |
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
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