I’m in the capital of the rebels, Benghazi, Libya.

I found satellite internet connection at the international journalists press-centre today. I registered as a reporter so they gave me ID card with the lucky number 13 ))). I believe ID will give me more benefits than just connection in a country without internet at all. I live in a hotel where four missing journalists have lived…

I can’t explain you guys why I’m here. I don’t know the reason myself. Anyways, I feel comfortable here. I feel my body here. All my instincts are sharp now. Feels like I tuned my attitude to feel each moment of the world. There’s no peel. There’s only bald nerve which pains, cries, rejoices, feels… it LIVES!

Next stop? I don’t have any idea. They say “Insha’Allah”, which means “it’s the will of Allah”… Insha’Allah...