He stands at the concrete shore: air conditioned. Thick lifeless
waves pet his legs to sleep. A tired boat, starving to death, crawls towards him
at a deafening pace. Toxic fumes mold his thoughts into a mindless freeze. The muted
distress of explosions remains in the distance, respectful of not disturbing his
Technicolor dreams. He eats.
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ReplyDeleteMy name is Bisma and I came across your blog and I am very interested. I am doing a research project at Rutgers University with Professor Davis about Iraqi youth and their views on democracy, religion, and sectarianism. If you are willing to help me answer some questions, I would appreciate it. Here's the link to his website if you want to know more information about Professor Davis and his past projects. http://fas-polisci.rutgers.edu/davis/bio.html Thank you very much.
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Bisma