Football:The World's Most Popular Game

Football or Association Football is a game which two 11-member teams try to propel usually a black and white round ball into the opposing team's netted goal, using any part of the body except the hands and arms. Only the goalkeeper, who must remain near the goal, may use there hands and arms.


The first uniform set of football rules was put into place in 1863 by the UK's Football Association.


Football Professional leagues began appearing in the late 1800's.


The Federation Internationale de Football Association (FIFA), was founded in 1904 and has hosted the World Cup every four years since 1930.


Football is now played in over 150 countries, with over 40 million registered players and is considered the most popular ball game in the world.


Personally, I have enjoyed football since my youth playing with all girl teams for a time; during school athletic class. Football takes an overwhelming amount skill, which I learned when I use to play the game and it is not an easy game.

A view of a scored goal by Israel, during a match against Brazil at Copacabana beach on 23 September 2010 in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.

What the US calls football, is a game that consists of two 11-member teams with a brown and white oblong ball and an open goal, evolving from football in the latter part of the 1900's. The US erroneously calls International Football, "Soccer."

 US idea of Football

As to what the US calls football, it has always reminded me of Roman gladiators running with an egg-shaped ball and the gladiators, always seems to be getting injured; with the "Mob" in attendance.-HRM Deborah

American Football Tailgate Party

Climbing to a Higher Plane

The enlightenment of mankind towards the ultimate beauty of Allah (Hashem), with His relationship towards mankind.

Ancient Romanticism dates over a thousand years and over time filtered down into pale or distorted reflections of the trueness of the Philosophical intention.

Share a Smile, if you see someone that forgot there's!

Originally, mankind within Romanticism could see a beauty far greater than mankind ever thought was imaginable; for it dimmed the ugliness that people sometimes feels they see in there daily lives and with it the burdens for they are lifted out sight. 



Three things about positive emotions such as happiness, it is not only healthy; but less troubles comes you're way and the more people have positive emotions it will illuminate outward; the world will actually get brighter as though a lush garden is around you.

 

What people may not realize, is there is so much more to a person than just walking about and breathing air; as it is in everything around them, sometimes just take a look beyond the obvious. As in the photograph above, while one may focus on the snow capped mountains, the three dark colored birds swimming, the white fluffy clouds in the cold light blue sky or the lake; but did one take the time to notice the beautiful white swan asleep to keep warm in the foreground and no "Where is Waldo," in this photograph.  But what was even more important of all the elements in the photograph, Allah (Hashem) made every one; which your eyes hopefully enjoyed.



(The song "Simple Gifts" has no original association with Christianity or "The Shakers." The origin is from Israel and is extremely old.)

Simplicity at its most rewarding!

Romanticism, did develop some of the greatest intellectuals, architecture, everything within the arts including literature and music, the breath taking beauty of nature and all the world was intended to be; but the intention was also the purity of mankind to actually climb the higher plane of existence on into Paradise (Heaven).

When was the last time one greeted the majesty of a sunrise,  a beautiful moon surrounded by innumerable amount of stars as the whole universe appears open for viewing; simply sing a song even if one is not sure of the words or just happy to be alive?

Since its first inception, the greatest explosion towards this philosophy began in the later part of the 1950's to explode well into the 1970's with the Peace movement. For one of the core issues of Romanticism is love, peace, freedom and the equality for all mankind living upon the earth.

Purity of Life is Amazingly Beautiful!

The Summer of Love: Woodstock (1969)

In the US especially with the subculture of free love including Homosexuality, nudity, personal uncleanliness, tattoo's, illicit drugs with alcoholism for this murder's the mind and the body, checking out of society or joining a cult especially the Satanic murder cults and Christian Apocalyptic (Suicide) cults [for Suicides do not ever see Paradise (Heaven), but are tormented in hell in the "place of  lost souls"] of the 1960's and 1970's for example; was not the intention or not any part of true Romanticism, but contrary too its true intention in every aspect which was the purification of the human soul from any form of sin.

So humanity could be on firm, stable footing with the breathtaking illumination of the original intention by Allah (Hashem); instead of Satan's aphotic, chaotic quicksand.

Everyone living happily ever after, in the garden!

But actual Romanticism is something that is much more profoundly exhilarating beautiful and not in the slightest dull. It is where people have real fun, exciting happiness and dreams do come true. It is were the best things in life are free, such as love and life to its fullest; where the cup is not half empty, but overflowing.

Honesty is still the best policy and Individuality in Society always has a check-in time!

This particular philosophy was considered the doorway to Utopia, with the ultimate belief in Allah (Hashem) in what He actually is about and wishes for mankind. Where the world becomes as a lush magnificent garden such as the beauty that is within Paradise (Heaven); with feeling of being lighter than air, such as the lack of needless burdens brings such as too often occurs when there is sin or unhappiness.

 

Sharing is caring!

During the period that ancient Romanticism first occurred there was no crime, discrimination, wars and poverty. A traveler, could come to a house and be given the finest hospitality. Some technology, intellectual and architecture pursuits are still seen to some degree in parts of the globe or attempting to be analysed due to there remarkable intellectual quality such as in medicine for example. 

Something else that came down more readily from this period, was dancing, singing and the evolution into modern poetry.



 Equitable prosperity abounded and the world lived in a calm that has never been seen since; but mankind was still responsible for the care of there family for the sure love and joy of doing so. The glow in the husbands eyes, looking into there wife's face and the happiness of watching there children grow and just being happy to see everyone, no matter who they be.




When there is peace among Allah's (Hashem's) legions in this world, there is peace among the legions in Paradise (Heaven). And no one should cause discord among the faithful, that creates disharmony.

Wherever peace is found, fear of Paradise (Heaven) is found; wherever peace is lacking, fear of Paradise (Heaven) is lacking. For they that create war, no not Allah (Hashem) nor fear Paradise (Heaven); too there demise by Him, for the good of mankind. For the many wars, overtime has caused mankind to loose certain abilities as locked doors within the brain that came from Paradise (Heaven) and shall only return when mankind lives in peace and love one with another; under Allah (Hashem), with the full potential that mankind was originally intended in all aspects from the moment of there first creation.

It is also unheard of to have locks on any doors, do to the lack of any need; for the inventions of such things are as dust that blew away one day in a shallow wind; never to be seen again. For there is no crime and peace is as a soft warm embrace.

 It was considered to be similar to walking in a splendid garden with the most vibrant of colors, that lifted the heart on a gentle breeze of magnificence; of a world that was simply golden.

Love everyone and seek to make there lives better; for one should not create sorrow or hardships towards another. For it is better to think of what will benefit another for a better life, then think of oneself.

See Love, Never Hate!

30 May 2011-About 1938, a portion of ancient writings concerning the only female Prophet became the evolution in what became known as the Superman comic strip. Which later evolved into comic books, a radio program, television series and movies. The original reason that the person betrayed became a man instead of the original being an Archangel appearing in the human form of a woman having grown from the normal cycle of childhood to adulthood with the divine perseverance of saving a world surrounded with the darkest forces of evil bent on global destruction by blood with humility of peace, love, truth and the sword of justice; was in the 1930's discrimination towards women in the US which was extremely rampant and so the person became a man, to cease the US discriminatory censorship friction of a woman being portrayed. While the original intention was more in line to the writings, overtime distortions became more apparent, especially in the later movies and a television program. The emblem and surrounding blue background, that became so well-known has to do with "Unity among all humanity under one God (Hebrew: Hashem; Arabic: Allah) in Peace ("S" Hebrew: Shalom; Arabic: Salaam) forever," the essence of what the above article is all about. Not to mention, the numerous forms of merchandise with this emblem or variations of this emblem; now spanning the globe promoting this better world for all humanity, that has been intended since the beginning of creation.-HRM Deborah

US Without Separation of Church and State

The original foundation of what became the United States by there forefathers with there Constitution was not the avocation of the separation of church and state. But the binding of the two for the freedom of not just religion; but with the idea that religious persecution would never occur in development as far back as the thirteen colonies.

The original white colonist that came into the America's, expressed in numerous writings of fleeing from religious persecution and did not want the same to occur, in what they had called "the new land."

This did not develop until 1 January 1802 from a letter delivered by Thomas Jefferson to a Christian congregation; which overtime became further distorted into the practice that the US uses today as "Secularism" or anti-religion.

One also need's to take into consideration that Jefferson was also Pro-African Slavery until his death and did have several children by a slave.

The development of religious persecution is contrary to the original dictates of the US colonial forefathers, even with the writing and signing of the US Constitution; which this advocation was not included.-HRM Deborah

Fixing the Holes

My first husband was a bit of contradictions, I say this because in his youth he had been severely mistreated many times by the Americans and as old as he was; he would simply call it "racism."



He was over twenty-years older then myself and while he was Turkish, he also in later years wore a heavy beard to hide that he also had family that was Jewish. While he was not one to overly talk about himself, he would mention little things ever so often.


The first years we were married he worked two jobs, with one being in carpentry mainly towards peoples homes; his speciality was doing roofing. Many people liked his work because he was honest, fair and never took short-cuts as some people do these days.


He could simply look at a roof and tell everything that was wrong or needed repair. While he hired people for a short time to do little things, the main body of work was his and a few times I did get to assist, but mostly as company.

Most US Poltical Prisoners have a life that is extremely substandardly horrible and live each day with the threat of what will happen to them or others around them. My first husband many years ago, before I knew him; had one of his grown sons murdered by the US and would be jolted with the death of one of his children as a mere baby under mysterious circumstances. Which both deaths weighed heavy on him for the rest of life, for his children were very dear to him and he had tried extremely hard to protect them.

Many years ago, he became a widower with nine children and was later requested to care for the children of another family in the death of there parents; so in all he became the father of sixteen children and yes, they later considered me as there mother. Also in many ways in his life he felt very deeply about helping others any way he could, to make there life better is what he used to say and even I had seen amazing things. Nevertheless, in some of his way of thinking and general outlook, he would have been a good Sabra and knew very well what it meant.

When he was a younger man back in the about 1950's, he did own a Harley Davidson motorcycle; in the days when motorcyclists appeared a little more clean cut and were more out right protesting against the US government. Basically, for many of the problems the US still has; especially towards the need for human rights, real freedom for all people instead of oppression because of race, religion and equal rights for women which he felt the US had a severe problem; that women deserved dignity without wishing or the need to wear men's pants.

Many years ago this portion of the Kohn family had to flee Israel after the invasion and was for a time allowed to peacefully live in Turkey, until the US in persuit finally kidnapped them.  It had to do with who this part of the family really were. As for myself, He tried very much in our very limited means; as us both being US Political Prisoners, to give me a magical life. This was a man that had said to me, of everyone he had ever known; I was his best friend.

He thought quite a bit of me and was also extremely kind to others; but as the few years began to accumulate he did not always like people coming to the house in what he felt was a bother to me; I would not learn until later, when he was dying how much he actually felt about me. Without expanding, I do not know anyone that could get such nice complements as a wife.

Something, that got to be somewhat of a joke on my birthday, was he use to say that I was actually older then him by over twenty years; not by actual years, but wisdom.

Life in a Death Camp

I have thought that like others who are Jewish or Muslim that are also illegally being held or technically kidnapped by the US in concentration/death camps especially long term. That sometimes, it is hard to understand why you're being mistreated having done nothing wrong; even though a US captor tries to make you feel you're less then nothing.

But needing to remember, that Allah (Hashem) will take care of you no matter how hard it gets and sometimes you do feel like your running as a caged hamster on a wheel unable to go anywhere; but around the same circle.

Also, while this may seem hard for some people to understand that has never experienced social isolationism; of how nice it would seem to actually talk to a person and have there warmth of feeling. To know that there is more to oneself than the constant negativity you're subjected too and being able to share good things with someone else that you do not really have where you are; with just feeling that all you're doing is breathing day by day. For loneliness can be unbearable, with the added feeling of a type of abandonment; but you know that you do not dare let it eat away at you either.  When your a child somehow it doesn't seem to feel quite as bad, but sometimes would extremely bother you after you had grown-up; which took sometime to understand why. For people on the outside may have frames of reference to go by, but growing-up on the inside allot things is absent and being in a place you know deep in you're heart, you just do not belong there with the feeling of being shackled away from home.


There is those in both Paradise (Heaven) and on earth; that equate this type of existence as, "Living in Hell!"

It is a strange thing of not being allowed to show emotions without being punished in some manner, so you try and not let them show; but I will admit sometimes it was hard to do. As you're forced behind the prison walls wondering what the world is like on the other side. It took years, to understand why the US did this.

As far back as I can remember, all the suffering I had to go through was to me selfless. For my thoughts and my heart was for the multitude that was suffering to me, far greater; then what was being subjected upon myself, for this I always understood.

To even be reminded from childhood, that the smallest thing such as sharing  two cupcakes; when the other person would rather eat both and not share, carries allot of weight in the bigger aspect of the whole.

Or that selfish person because they did something they thought was wrong and was going to get into troubles, forces the unselfish person to promise Allah (Hashem) they will not tell on them. Even when the unselfish person knows and says that the ones that they are worried about, will find out anyway without the unselfish person uttering a word without that unnecessary promise. They do get into these troubles more quickly then they thought, as the unselfish person stood in silence and watched the only outcome that could be, unfold.-HRM Deborah

When we first were married, he met my mother and seemed to like her very much; but was extremely upset when she was killed. He considered the US man that held us captive as being excessively "crazy" and as for my "dead" sister; he thought she was the most awful, ice cold human being there ever could be the first time he ever saw her when Mother was close to death and her trying to start a fist fight with me as she would do when we were younger (In 1978, she horribly butchered a female cat that had kittens on my bed the blood was profuse and stained the bargain Simmons mattress until it was taken away from me in Siberia, than she hid the body; the cat belong to my mother). Our US captor, considered her something that belong to him and had even said so. She also had collaborated with him concerning our US captors criminal activities, including murder and was brought to my attention that she helped him in the death of my mother. The last time she was ever seen, she forced a visit to my husband's house in an arrogant questionable situation unlined by the US captor; which was about thirteen years ago. She has been dead to me for a long time for what she has done. He also helped me to get out of "Siberia" death camp, which while I never fully understood had to do with a talk between my mother and him. My then husband did wish to also save my mother, but she would hear it unless by some miracle she recovered from the US man having already poisoned her by this time and she knew she was dying. He also, helped me from the aftermath of being in a death camp and felt I should always be well cared for.

By 7 November 1995, we had only been married a little less then nine months. The evening before we had gotten to see my mother and she was in a vegetation state with only her heart working by this time from the effects of being poisoned by our US captor, in the Siberia death camp; another victim of the US Holocaust. Myself, I was having a very hard time taking in what I saw. Long story short, by morning of the seventh, my husband was coming in fairly early in the morning from his other job as he always was doing; but it just appeared to be a different kind of morning. By the time he got home, he said he had something to discuss with me and he set down on the sofa where he bursted into tears. I asked, "Momma is dead!" Him having troubles said, "yes." Where I asked what time and how was he told. She died at 2:30 AM and the US man had called him at work forcing him to be the one to tell me. As for me, even though I knew it was true; I was still having a very hard time accepting she was gone. So much so for a little time that even my husband got worried, that he thought he may loose me. I just had to get over the realization she was dead and not having been allowed to cry for so long, I wanted to cry, the back of my eyes hurt; but no tears would come. But one day, sometime later they finally did and yet, the sorrow of her death still weighs emotionally heavy on me; because a daughter still misses her mother and the horrible way the US murdered her. One consolidation I know in my heart, my mother, like my first husband are in a very good place where the days are always bright.


The US poisoned him during a time when they had attempted to assassinate me and failed, but after about eighteen months of utter horror, fighting every step to save his life and allot of prayers; he died on 25 September 2003 at 12 AM for I was at his bedside when he took his last breath. He was 67-years-old when he died.

In 1997, was the first assassination attempt by former US President Bill Clinton that broke my right ankle and my first husband did everything he could think of to help me and take care of me the best he knew how.

Then it was so unbelievably worse in 2000, which it was a living nightmare due to the horror of what could have happened to us; not realizing some of the aftermath. Which both times, I almost died either having to do with surgery or just before; but I never felt death coming. The second time, my first husband was amazing how he tried to make everything good for me; him and I not realizing at the time, he was a walking dead man.

We came to realize, when I caught him one day almost falling weak in the front yard; after I was able to walk some again and later, did find out what actually did happen to him.

 

17 August 1936-25 September 2003

[His last name was Kohn and was a cousin. He was also a US Poltical Prisoner and like so many US Poltical Prisoners, the only way he could be free was in death; another victim of the Holocaust.  He was also a direct descendant of Rabbi/Prophet Jesus (PBUH) and a cousin of mine.]


How my first husband was to meet me from afar, I happened to be in a car with our US captor and my mother. While I usually set in the rear seat looking out the window wishing to be someplace other then where I was. He was doing a large contracted roofing job on a Catholic Church, which consisted of the church its self and a new annex building. He happened to look down and saw a woman looking out a car window. He thought I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, that I was misplaced for being in the US or did not belong were I was; that I was in the wrong country, but he tried to think were I could have came from for he thought of different places in the Middle East not thinking of Israel at the time, but had no troubles as to what my religion was and something about me he just could never quite put his finger on it was different then he thought, of any woman. He said, if he could have, he would have married me that very day; even though he did not know anything about me. He made inquires and searched for me for several years until he was able to find me, in a death camp, for it had been like I had fell off the face of the earth.

I have never been sure though how he found out, always felt mother told him we were from Israel; just that he was overjoyed.
 

As to some of the modern technologies that many people take for granite, because of my first husband I got to see my first music CD, mobile phone, he taught me how to use a microwave, that I was allowed to speak and that leftovers will not harm you; for instance.



While he did finish roofing the Catholic Church, they refused to pay him for the roofing job and this particular job was one of the few times he had to have a full crew and he hand picked them himself. 

I never really liked talking about him much, because what happened to end a eight and half year marriage was simply just wrong!

"Leaving the Waiting Room"

After my first husband died, I for a time was suffering from sever exhaustion and some complications from when the US had tortured me. Also, something people may not realize that after a spouse passes away especially I think if they have been married for awhile; that for a good bit of time one will still feel they are married, that the same rules applied as when one were married and for a time, one still sees them in there eyes and no one else; for this was the way it was for me. Then it seems all of a sudden one day, that you feel you are being cut in half which was a dreadful feeling; as to the adage of Allah (Hashem) making a husband and wife be one person and not two separate people in one house. But even more importantly, I did not just loose a husband, I lost a dear friend.

After this, I did a tremulous amount of religious studies and prayers which started early in the morning throughout the day until late evening, too not even forgetting a Friday or a holiday; did a little horticulture and did a good amount of charity work which during several occasion's I helped save an older American women's life for she was very ill and helped a young American girl with a lot of unhappiness.

I still laugh sometimes at some American women that insisted on coming to visit which was after the US illegally invaded Iraq where many Americans were so highly against anyone Middle Eastern which I felt the high heat many times. Nevertheless, they had never eaten Middle Eastern food before, some they liked and some not so much or they would come for tea and pastry to watch a movie, visit or ask about Israel and some things about Middle Eastern culture. Which these same women came away not with animosity towards Middle Eastern people, but I had learned later actually defend them; which they also use to consider me as just getting off the plane or knew, I was not American.

As the time passed by, every so often I would sit outside in the grass when the weather was warm with a dog named Anna for the warmth seemed to help her bad leg that was injured by the US man back when we were in the Siberia death camp and again at a later time, for the US man tortured her several times; whom my first husband was able save by rather unusual circumstances after my mother was already dead and also sitting in the grass I would just think about some things my first husband had said  for towards then of his life it was about me, towards himself as he had said being around me made a man wish to be a better man and about what Paradise (Heaven) was really like as to these things he mentioned previously was never mentioned by me or spoken about much it was as though something he saw, unexplained; also insisting upon which was for me to marry once again, which I did in 2005.

On the Chase

Remembering a sweet Eastern fragrance, that brought heartfelt inner contentment; that while it stays in my heart always, was so deeply missed.

Nevertheless, this was a period when one door closed and a very old cherry wood door that I had wished to see for such a long time; finally once again opened wide and I stepped through to find a happiness that was so missed from long ago, a kind of love never forgotten; but what is sadly still missing, is home. I am also still curious, if the curtains still dance on a Summer's breeze, in the room with white walls. And do they still make in Israel, a cetain type of brown teapot.



Where I was and just before it was time, I saw everything from blizzards with sub-zero temperatures, that can actually freeze the human lungs from the inside for it almost happened to me twice; too very heavy rain that sometimes caused area flooding, with high humidity. I have seen snow higher then myself and once my automobile doors where frozen shut for a whole week and I learned that it can get so cold, that an automobile engine can actually overheat; loosing anti-freeze in the process. During this time, I would get so homesick; that I would have moments, where I would lay on the floor and cry my heart out.-HRM Deborah

The Turning Point

The Faded Flower

Rochelle "Rocky" was a passing American acquaintance from several years ago, who suffered extreme grief from a naive tragedy of youth; that caused the death of her husband.   My first husband helped her family.

A faded flower that grief had worn

Never to bloom again.

That sorrow caused each peddle to drop

One by one

In the grayness of life evermore.

While kindness was embedded in their heart

Grief was an aura of that surrounding grayness.

-HRM Deborah

Forgotten Sunshine

Sitting alone in a crowded space not realizing the world concerning them, was always in a frenzy. For I have never actually had, what one would call; a "personal life."

I sit to often all alone

Without care or whim

No one came to knock on my door

Neither in snow, wind or rain.

I am here, I shout

To no avail.

Sitting in a window seat,
Chintz curtains all about

Gazing out at winter's dew

With tear stained reddened cheeks,

Wondering where,

I shall go from here.

-HRM Deborah (2008)

It is a good feeling to know that being forcibly hidden behind US prison walls all these years, I was never forgotten. The most important things that happen to people doesn't have balloons and confetti flying in air or even a parade band; but you know it is there. Usually the answer to what may appear as the hardest of questions is actually simple,  just see the forest beyond the trees.

While it is thought most people can go about there day doing as they please, myself being a US prisoner have not had this luxury most of my life; which I would learn is called "Social Isolationism" and it is a form of US torture.

As the US apparently attempted to either make me depressed or have some other problem, it has never occurred.

Something I also learned many years ago, no matter what the US prison walls may look like one can always find ways not to let them bother so much especially if the restricted walls have always been there in some manner.

Furthermore, while one would think me being a US political prisoner in the way I have to be at this time, that I am able to go as I please; while I am still under tight restrictions, the US still monitors me 24/7 even now and the walls have not diminished nor really has the US's maltreatment towards me.

Nevertheless, something I have observed over time is that Americans tend to be very self-absorbed and too uptight; they never seem to take the time to laugh or walk even a little bit in the sunshine. Maybe, this is a reason that Americans have a higher rate of mental illness then most other countries.

"You can talk to me"...no matter whom you may be.

Missed My Pot of Gold

"I'm sailing away"- for she was being forgotten by mankind when they saw one speck of light after being in the gloom; for she was still not free to face the life ahead of her. So Allah (Hashem) wanted to take her back from once she came, due the promises made years ago in prayer to Allah (Hashem) that are being unkept; for her to appear. For He creates unto her, a heartbroken silence that fell upon human deafness that could last forever. For she will began to evolve, as once she came. The Angels will come to retrieve her and began to pass the harsh judgement upon mankind. But the righteous ones has one last chance to reverse the silence and free her themselves; before the Angels come. For she will never forgot her childhood memories in happiness and in sorrow, on an Eastern sky. For the destructive effects from Allah (Hashem) is already being felt across the earth and in hell, as a boiling three-minute egg; waiting for the timer to chime. For the exact moment is only known by events already unfolded, by Allah (Hashem) and an enkindling unto her.

Living Out of a Suitcase

"A rolling stone gathers no moss, but does gather a high polish."-HRM Zaytuna (1948- ?)

Mother and I were forced to travel so much until 1982, that it got were we did not even bother to unpack much and eventually began to wear what was considered serviceable travel clothing. When we eventually ended up in Siberia Death Camp, there was still a few boxes unpacked that belonged to Mother. But almost everything her and I may of had, our US captor stole and it vanished. I was only able to save a few things, thanks to my first husband and my Mother.



Who would ever believe that HRM Dora and my Mother ever did clam digging, with the legs of there pants roll-up; just some above the ankle. Mother said once, it had to do with the beach sand.

Mount St Helens eruption on 18 May 1980

Being forced to travel as much as I have as a US political prisoner, I have seen some of the worse weather the US has had to offer, from tornadoes, blizzards with snow higher then myself in sub-zero temperatures so cold, an automobile can over-heat and lungs can freeze; ice storms, baseball and gulf ball size hailstorms, heavy rain, earthquakes, hurricanes, floods, fire, extreme heat, winds so fierce that it actually lifted a human and even went through the fallout from the eruption of Mount St Helens.

 

One place Mother and I lived, when one went to bathe; out of the water facet would come tadpoles, small fish and leaves. The water supply was trying to dry-up. The only heat in winter was an insufficient makeshift wood stove that created more smoke than heat and the poorly cooking stove stopped working. It could get so cold, one would wear extra clothes and actually take the rugs off the floor trying to stay warm.  One did not put anything in the clothing cupboards, for the mildew would destroy it due to the excessive dampness; the mildrew would actually turn the clothing item to a forest green. When it rained outside, one had to be careful of water sinkholes; for they were dangerous, similar to quicksand.

Mother and I, have also been forced to live in some of the worse conditions possible; that once even scared a dog for the filth and have been subjected to food that was uneatable, that even wildlife ran from it, literally. While my Mother did not cook the food, but it came from some place else; she as well as I, was happy the wildlife ran away. The stench of that food, was horrible. Our US captor, claimed it was in this particular incident; as being some sort of barbecue. For there had been several other incidents having to do with our US captor and food.

I have also seen cold black tarantula's the size of cup saucers, they seemed to like hanging on inside walls and cat's will attack them.

Radio Ga Ga

When I was a teenager, I listen on a radio just like this one; usually in my room when I had one or got to listen to the radio when I could lay in the grass outside with a dog named Diane near by and sometimes reading a book. Not realizing how much those on the outside cared about me.-HRM Deborah