One slightly rainy afternoon...

"I can't believe they call *that* rain.
The day naturally started off with me waking at 1pm ish. My sleeping patterns are non existent, but seeing that all the other iraqis around me also have insomnia and a general inability to sleep normally, I realised its because no one knows what this year will bring.

I sit at the pc now, chatting as well as typing. In the UK, i remember distinctly not seeing the point of chat. People would have arguments over chat, and not speak the next day etc etc, and i would think "cowards, talk in real life". But, in Iraq, chat is now more common to me, . My friends from when i lived here constantly bombard me with questions over the choices i now have ahead of me, and i am beginning to see the use of the invisibility mode. My friends from the UK ask me such questions as "do you hear the bombings of afghanistan from baghdad?", and "so, are you speaking in islam, and not english now?". I try to explain that afghanistan is not a neighbour to iraq, and islam is a religion, and the reply i get: "so, how are the boys then?". Invisibility goes on, and i remind myself to send them an email apologising for the bad connections...(they are bad, so really i'm not lying)."
Fog el Nakhal