In this testimony, the Syrian writer residing in Germany, Ahmed Omar, tells the story of a fine publishing from the beginnings of "absurdity" in Syria, through Turkey, before traveling in Germany, where a few months ago a series of stories entitled "Imrou Al Kidd" After "in the homes of Aunt Merkel."

The following is the text of the testimony of the Syrian writer, which was singled out by Al Jazeera Net.

The story of Grammy published a long story, I started early ways door publishing houses to edit the first words of her family, with each hand listed, and wanted a friend to publish, such as the issuance of a book makes rodent words amateur writer and enter the Professional Book Club, but this happy event did not happen to me.

The publication was always a punishment and a political suspicion. In Syria, many publishing houses, most of which are published for money, the publisher in our country is not the owner of a message that he is a grocery owner, the writer prints and distributes to his friends, and I remember that I put a stack of my book "Heart of the Duck" on one of the secret cultural evenings in a salon, A sentence deserves to be written with needles on the blind, please and beg the reader by saying: "For free, a path, to the spirit of the dead writer;

The deployment was always shocking to the sergeant, and the monitoring was two stages, such as security barriers, called in the investigation branches: the line; the approval of the Writers' Union for printing; I printed a book and did not get approval for the distribution, so I kept the books printed in the wedding dress without building the bride.

There are publishing houses that have influence in the security, but they do not interfere in the delivery and distribution, as if preparing the author of the arrest. I deposited my "unintended" novel with a friend and spent the house under bombardment. The friend himself died from the feeling of alienation.

Syrian writer Ahmed Omar (Al Jazeera)

I have printed seven books, and I have not yet been blessed with that grace, the grace of signing a book; I have not seen those thirsty looks in the reader's eye as he greets my signature to his companions. I signed with my book "Heart of the Duck" in a legal problem, legal means a security problem, and I was horrified.

I will present it in brief: I submitted a manuscript of the Arab Writers Union to the owner of "ASA" (abbreviation of the name of the president of the Union of Permanent Writers) and his partners, and passed by about the father of you is tired, I saw the eyesight to increase and change some of the stories, and submitted another manuscript in which new stories published in Syrian press, and got the approval, and then mixed the two groups, as the Boussiri mixed tear tears of blood. Hanna Mina advised me to submit three copies of my first book to the Ministry of Culture, which buys 25 copies and sells them in support of the writer. I did so, and I was ignorant, illiterate. I do not understand about distribution and censorship. My book - if I get my approval of distribution and printing - was not for national reasons. Which is offered for reading.

Print for money

I sent the book entitled "Heart of the Peach" to print for money paid immediately to the publisher, and I will distribute the book. I went to the Union of Arab Writers again to get the stamp of the Union for the transfer of the book through transport, and at the review of the employee asked me to review the head of the Arab writers at the rank of the first team, entered, and immediately accused me of manufacturing forged seal, falsified consent, I was really scared, All the staff and those in their neck cut off the ear of every citizen with three ears, and I did not have three ears, as in the famous joke, but the problem is that they cut and then count the ears.

Cover of the book "Scissor Age" by the Syrian writer Ahmed Omar (networking sites)

I defended myself, and explained the matter to the first team president of the Arab Writers Union, but he continued investigation and accusation and I stand in the eyelid of sleep as he slept, and happened to be a colleague in the writing knows me income, Vsvl me and explained what was revealed to him, the team sent the first president of the Union in the request of the manuscript of Union stores, and saw the approval of old and modern approval, and then remember that the seals damaged by the change, while the presidents do not damage them even after death, Fnjot of the charge of forging the seal.

But he did not accept the approval of the merger of two groups in two separate dates, the old consent expired, and asked me either to destroy the group or to remove the old approval story, and was a symbolic political story, and I have added a second story published in the state newspapers, The story of the president of the federation was horrified, and there were sentences like "I feel like a bird in house arrest." This is a dangerous phrase that suggests that Syria is not a good city.

I prepared the book to the publishing house, which was afraid and promised to remove the cover, and to remove the story from the collection. And I said to the group: "If you have made me ill, I will be your creation

I can tell the story of my story in front of the publisher of the Ministry of Culture, which printed a collection entitled "Charles Ben Dickens," and urged him to help in the output of the book printed from the warehouses and accelerate the distribution.

He was a happy new employee and had one article in his cultural career. He was looking at me with admiration and I scrutinized his sectarian structure, in his name, which was written on an over-the-counter note, and he was ignorant of the ministry's affairs, printing and publishing.

Turkey and Germany
I printed my sixth book in Turkey, and the print was Hina, but the house did not know how to sell on the net at Amazon and other electronic sales centers, and sold from the collection at the book fair a hundred copies, it was said a good sale.

The seventh and eighth collections were printed in Germany at a German publishing house, whose owner is still a beginner in the science of publishing and its arts. He does not participate in book fairs that invite writers to capitals to contribute to the sale of books. I'm still waiting for that cinderella princess who falls in love with the writer of his signature.

A poet's colleague Ali showed a group, but he promised the promise. Two years have passed and the forest has been burned.

An important Arabic publisher has been published, but I have had enough of a joke, interrupted me, and my passion for printing has passed. I have several storytelling manuscripts locked in cages. I have a novelist who has a trilogy about the Levant, a disbelief in publishing all because of the difficulty of publishing after the counter-revolution of centuries and hooves.

I am afraid to say that the age of the patient reader is over, and the time of Twitter, the article of sandwiches, is coming fast.