Will children be able to swim in the Queiq river?
Every time I walk past the mud, cement and confusion that is the river project, a question comes to mind. Where do the “seiran” people go now?
I smile when I remember the populist invasion that used to happen every Friday. The hustle and bustle, the music, kebab, popcorn, the children running after each other, enjoying that rare piece of greenery in our dusty city, and annoying the hell out of the stuck-up “high-classes” walking by. Where they came from, where they went after this evening is over I never knew.
But that’s over now, the strip of land they used to crowd is unearthed, and the restoration of the dried up river underneath is one of the biggest projects Aleppo has seen recently. As such, rumors have been running wild. Cafés, restaurants, and other tourist traps in what is promised to be the heart of modern Aleppo.
Will that heart have a place for its old Friday inhabitants?