leaving beirut again and again and again....

Roger Waters visited beirut when he was a young man...
he later wrote these lyrics:

So we left Beirut Willa and I.
He headed East to Baghdad and the rest of it.
I set out NorthI walked the five or six miles to the last of the street lamps.
And hunkered in the curb side dusk.
Holding out my thumb
In no great hope at the ramshackle procession of home bound traffic.
Success!
An ancient Mercedes 'dolmus 'The ubiquitous, Arab, shared taxi drew up.
I turned out my pockets and shrugged at the driver
" J'ai pas de l'argent "
" Venez! "
A soft voice from the back seat.
The driver lent wearily across and pushed open the back door
I stooped to look inside at the two men there
One besuited, bespectacled, moustached, irritated, distant, late
The other, the one who had spoken,
Frail, fifty five-ish, bald, sallow, in a short sleeved pale blue cotton shirt
With one biro in the breast pocket
A clerk maybe, slightly sunken in the seat
"Venez!" He said again, and smiled
"Mais j'ai pas de l'argent"
"Oui, Oui, d'accord, Venez!"......
(to read more) : http://www.roger-waters.com/lyricsbeirut.html

i think it is very touching a little sad, or maybe i just like pink floyd...and feel pathological nostalgia...(or this might be quite stupid, which is quite possible since I have been feeling stupid for some time now)