So...

I was sleeping, relaxfuly (is there such a word?) in my bed in Amman, when mUm woke me up and told me that someone broke into our house in Baghdad.
I wanted to go back to Baghdad as soon as possible, so I thought that this would be the best God-given excuse. Conveniently, dad came just minutes after, and told me the story again, and asked me: would you like to go to Baghdad? I am sending water treatment equipment to Baghdad today, the car leaves soon, do you want to be in it? Few hours later, I was being shipped, with the rest of the goods, to Baghdad:)
when I arrived I found that the thieves, broke the metal window that protects the main window in the front of the house, and then broke the glass and got into the house, they stole my gun (which you all know cause I told you the story about me buying it, remember?) and the family AK, and also the satellite receiver, and they couldn’t take anything bigger than that, in size, cause they wouldn’t be able to take it out of the hole they made in the metal window, they made a big mess searching everywhere for hidden money, or gold (two things people usually keep in their houses, women keep gold, and men keep money cause people don’t trust banks that much, and its not that easy to deal with them too) but they didn’t find any.
They wanted to steal my two computers but they couldn’t they are much bigger than the hole, so instead, impressively, they opened them and took only the important parts from inside them! Now ladies and gentlemen, isn’t that cute? :)
Well educated thieves! Yes, they don’t exist in the government only now, but also in the streets, who said there was any lack of creativity in Iraq?
I thought at first that they only broke the computers because they thought they were boxes that we hide gold in them!!
A common mistake: do not underestimate your enemy.
Anyways, because the window was broken, and there was a sand storm after that, you can imagine how the house looked like, actually you cant, horrible doesn't describe it, un-inhabit-able is the word, it took the efforts of two persons for many hours, to clean it up, and fix the mess.
The very most important part is that, they brought kabab with them, from the nearby restaurant, ate it in the sitting room, and left some for me!
Lack of creativity? Shut up!
They made themselves so comfortable, good for them :)
Anyways, after cleaning it took few more hours to set things straight again, I changed all the locks (that would be a total of 12 locks, don’t stare, its how it work in Iraq.)
I borrowed a computer from dad's office (come on, I companied the boring filters for 12 hours, don’t I deserve this? Well there was the driver that’s right, but he didn’t talk much more than the filters) and I installed a dial up modem and brought it home, and ladies and gentlemen, yes yes yes, I am back online!
Thank you thank you for the applause, let's finish what we were talking about.
SO… The first thing I ever met when I reached Iraq, at the very beginning of the borders, and even before you reach the very first check point or human being, was….guess what?
Yes you are right! The barriers!!!
"ALREADY?" I shouted, inside my mind.
And then after finishing allllllll the legal papers concerning me, the driver, the car and the goods, we reached the American checkpoint in the boarders, three very young, nice, over friendly looking –to a goofy point- American soldiers, they didn’t know that I speak English, one told the other: "Whats these things in the car?"
"ehhh…"
Then the driver gave him the receipts of the filters, they were in Arabic, but the header said
"--------- for water treatment and environmental-----"
so the first one said
"ahhh.. Water treatment and environment… like this makes them more understandable"
I smiled inside my mind, and kept looking at them.
They sounded nice and funny; I would have stopped and chatted with them if they weren’t wearing the uniform.
Nock nock nock, the third soldier knocked on the closed window form my side
"What's this in the back?" He asked.
"Water treatment equipment, filters" I answered "
ohhh!...ok.. I was just curious!"
"Where is your passport?" the first one asked I gave it to him.
"ohhh.. You look...ehh...Well…you gained some weight! "
It was a goofy attempt to open a friendly talk, or to break the ice, but it was sincere, I felt. I laughed…inside my mind again, but smiled to him.
I don’t wanna hear the pick up lines that he comes up with the moment he sees a girl, I am thinking, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was single.
Ok, buh buy! Or was it take care? I don’t remember, they said, and we moved on…. Those guys should be having fun, somewhere back home, instead of sitting hear in the borders, which means middle of the desert, in this summer.
The other soldier I talked to lately was in the airport, when I left, he was a black young man, and he asked the driver
"who are you?"
"I am the driver "the driver answered.
"ohhh..driver! Driver ohh driver, oh driver "he started to sing, and dance!
I was like: ^_^
Hehe!
It's fascinating, and simple enough, to learn how similar we, human beings are.
People everywhere, I wish you a great summer!
Me*
Ps: well that’s only if it was summer where you are, if not, well, ehh, go work, what are you doing wasting your time here?