Stories and News No. 48 The Story : Today is a great day for Iraq. Today is a great day for me too. Especially for me. I am six years old and I was born the 20th of March, in 2003, exactly the day when the invaders came to my country. With airplanes... With tanks... And with soldiers... Many have died ... People I care, a lot who I did not know, too many I will never do... Dad is no more here and mom always cries when he says is a real injustice that I was born with the war and I lived my first years on the smell of bombs and the dead, between the cries of pain and anger. She is probably right, but today is not the day of sorrow or anger. The moment of joy is finally here and I have never been so happy in my life. Because now in place of the explosions there is music in the streets. Some people sing... Some play because they can... And others do just because they are happy... Some people smile, even if they had forgotten how... And others has found a reason to leave their house that i
by Alessandro Ghebreigziabiher