Summer 2007 A quiet avenue, very hot weather, every few minutes a lonely speedy car passes by leaving a trail of dust, the silence is terrible and really horrifying, all the shops are closed and there is no single wall without hundreds of bullet's holes in it, no intact window either, even the asphalt of the road is feeling pain masked by the destroyed huge concrete blocks that lies in the street and blocking it. I could only see one kid walking in the street with me, I was in Adhamiya I have just entered it, and I have to walk because no taxi will go there, the nearest place they get is to Antar square (the gate of Adhamiya). I was walking in the street with only one thing occupying my mind; will I make it to my relatives' house? On my way I saw some of the usual, in the corner there was AlQaeda watchman sitting on a chair, a motorbike with two teenagers on it (those are AlQaeda assassins) passes by me and there was smoke going from some where, an explosion which is a normal thing here. When I reached the house I was in sorrow as usual for what the lovely neighborhood where I spent most of my life has turned to, I can remember the day when all of this started, I can remember the day when AlQaeda and other militias decided to make Adhamiya their stronghold and destroy every thing beautiful in it,...