They are all round, wearing grass sportswears engaed into hate, looking for nothing else obeing, this is not the most beautiful town in the world neigther in Irak itself, it’s not the promised land of noone, nor a new gold valley, but just the a holy city with growing rage inside. ‘Seek and destroy’ says americain guaranties for peace and democracy. Everytime I want to scream, a monster stepped forward my anger and feeds the wind purifing feelings for the outstanding rebel.