Bomberman

So maybe some of you readers actually have a life besides ogling at my blog and noticed that there was a car bombing incident in Damascus on the 12th of Feb, last Tuesday that is. Which was, i suppose, showing on some news channel, everywhere. A senior Hezbollah (read: Lebanon-Israel politics/war) leader was killed in the attack they say was initiated by Israel or maybe some angry taxi driver with a spare bomb in the trunk.
























The fact that the bombing happened about 10 minutes from my place made it quite the interesting. Dangerous, yes, interesting, more. These Arabs have adopted a weird population control concept as we have observed from recent times. I wished they would've just let me buy them a bottle of insecticide to do the population control job and then spare me the car.

It's kinda tiring having to walk around the city all the time and not really knowing how to handle the public transportation system that well here in Damascus, or rather in any funny language country that i end up in. I don't understand what's written on the buses, for all i know, they might drive me all the way to Baghdad, and when i take a taxi, as customary for taxi drivers all over the world, they try to rip me off at every chance they get. Honestly, do i by any chance remotely resemble Uncle Scrooge?

I see these events come and go in the news all the time, but this time when it happened so near to me, at a range where the blast could actually be heard from my apartment, i got all excited and actually wished it was near enough for me to go and watch. Not near enough to get blown up as an accessory though, i know some yours truly out there would actually wish otherwise :p Anyway i was sleeping at that time. Didn't find out about it till the next day and it was my friend living nearby who heard the blast and thought it was just another fireworks show.

As interesting as i thought it would be though, life and business in the city went on as usual the next day. In fact, half the town was painted red, literally, poor trees, to welcome St Valentine's day. Bombing or no bombing, love wins the heart of the people. Bravo to the people for not succumbing to fear induced by these bloody municipal population controllers. Cheers to that!

And on that note, i'll hand over you guys back to your worshipping of YouTube, Friendster, MySpace and what not. That's all from the idiosyncratic satirical Farm Man, your unreliable Middle East correspondent, reporting from you, delayed, from Damascus, Syria.


(CUT! Ok guys, thats a wrap, now let's go grab some shawerma before they blow them stalls up as well!)