Before 1991 there were buses in Baghdad that got numbers. They
got fixed hours and destinations. Nowadays, we don't have buses, we got
minibuses. We got minibuses with no numbers nor fixed anything. The minibuses
have no mark nor name. You must ask the driver with a loud voice: "Where
to?" and he will answer you with a shout the destination he is heading to.
Yesterday the mini-bus was empty and the driver was standing
far shouting the name of the quarter. The wind was cold and dry.
2 comments:
Hello Sami, my Dear Friend.
i tried to comment on your facebook about Psychiatry, however, it didn't work. It sounded like you were happy to be back in Psychiatry, i hope that is true. If only you were in the US ;)
i am in Utah , staying with my Mom for an undeterminded amount of time..i think ihave your e-mail-i hope.
Please take care of yourself, my saidke,
tracy
Hiiiiiii Tracy, how happy i am to recieve these words from you my Dear Sadika!!!
I will google Utah and read a little about this state. I will try to email you also.
Please take care and Salam to your Mom,
sami
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