I was raised in a village called Ehden in the high and heavenly Lebanese mountains. It is a place where you grow up smelling the scent of thyme, rosemary and a wide range of mediterranean herbs and plants. It is also a place of legends: some are false and some are true. One old man, called Abou Moisis (Father of Moisis), may he not rest in peace for he was a bitter story teller. Most of the legends he used to tell me were scary and not true. Abou Moisis would always tell kids that the Romans will come and eat them. Growing up in a village that is harsh but blessed and peaceful at the same time can shape controversial characters. Therefore I sell financial derivatives in the Levantine and middle eastern countries and try to write books or poems whenever I recall the thyme scents of my childhood.