I got the idea of YALLA HOUSE the first time I was in Damascus looking for a place to stay. My Arabic was very poor and I didn’t have a clue about locations, prices and the habits of locals. I began by asking people on the street. After the first 10 ‒very friendly- locals I was eventually introduced to Amar who knew someone, who knew someone, who knew someone else…I ended up in his house, waiting for this friend of a friend. After 2 or 3 hours, being filled with sweets and cups of coffee, someone finally knocked at the door – It was his grandma..
And she also knew someone who had a house. So, she phoned someone and he also knew someone who knew someone who knew someone and so on.
The Sunset was very nice, but I was still “homeless” .

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