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La 56º de las mejores fotografías de Grouchoo, Serie Other point of view (51-60): My friend iraqi S.

My friend iraqi Shamal

Esta es la 56 de las mejores fotografías de Grouchoo, se titula My iraqi friend,  es la sexta de la Serie Other point of view. La foto la realicé en el salón-cocina de nuestra casa de Dundee, la dirección era Morgan Street nº 25. S. vino a cenar tortilla de patata (la única palabra en español que se aprendió de todas las que me preguntaba) un día gris de diario .

Como prometí a mi amigo dejo aquí la carta que escribió a Gavim (profesor escoces de inglés del Dundee´s College) en inglés sobre su país y su vida:

FROM MISERY TO ANOTHER REGARDLESS OF LOCATION

My name is S., and I came from Iraq. I would like to tell a story about myself and my country. Many years ago Iraq was a very rich country. Before Saddam Hussain became president of Iraq we were had everything and economically was absolutely so good. Also people were very happy but when Saddam became the president of Iraq the situation has changed, as he decided to start a war with Iran and invaded Kuwait.

Saddam was an enemy to Kurdish people. He was very selfish, always thinking about himself and forgot the people of Iraq. He didn’t respect Human Rights. Furthermore, Saddam’s government in 1988 has genocide about 182,000 Kurdish people under the name Anfal Campaign. He decided to launch an anti-Kurdish attack by using biological weapon to Halabj on Friday, 17 March 1988. As a result, 5000 people were killed in few hours. I have the proof with me as you can see the picture below. 

Irak

Who is responsible for the crime? After that, it gets more chaotic and famine, so, that is why I could not study over there. Also, the situation was very difficult, and we did not like him. We hoped that Saddam moves from being the president of Iraq. We have dreamed about freedom and safety for the people but it was and still away that will never come back again. When USA decided attacking Iraq, we were very happy about that, because we thought if USA is coming to Iraq it is good for us. However, when they came in, we saw them bringing more disorder to our country than before. That is why it was very confusing for us, and we did not know what we should do. Another time innocent Iraqis got bombed, kidnapped and killed, as you may see in the picture following.

 

Irak 3

For the reason resort I am decided left my country illegal to UK by lorry I went to underneath the lorry between tyres I was staying there for long hours it was very difficulties for me because the weather very cold and I was starving. So I didn’t know my destiny when arrived to United Kingdom after research recorded my case and apply for asylum. But the home office refused my case although they believe that happened to my country. I living in UK nearly three years but sometime I heard from some people swore to me one day I walked from Hilltown to city centre group of men stopped me and called “hey ,you black head your terrorist they are insult to me in fact I was very uncomfortable but I did not speak to them. I don’t know why people wrong understand sometimes I was talking with some people they asked me about religion of Moslem they thought the terrorist are Moslem. But opposite they are not Moslem because Quran advise the people to be honest, not liars, friendly look after the people, help poor people finally don’t kill the people. This is Moslem religion. I would like to everybody know what my concerns are moreover I hope the people don’t make differentiate between us and another people.

By S.

Grouchoo (Carlos Fernández)  y Shamal in Dundee´s College

En el Dundee´s College con mi amigo S. el último día que me pase por al´´i para despedirme de mis compañeros de clase. Siempre que me veía se empezaba a reír, y me daba un abrazo. Desde Alcalá de Henares le mando un fuerte mis mejores deseos (aunque se lo tendré que traducir al inglés, bueno a inglés-vallekano, jejejje).

Las mejores fotografías de Grouchoo:

6ª. Serie Other point of view 51 a 60:

51. El Violinista de las Ramblas.

52. Marquitos in the Space.

53.Punkie in the Dundee´s Steet.

54. Retrato en Otoño.

55. Un grito libre desde el corazón.

 

5ª. Serie de Escocia 41 a 50:

41. My Mirror While.

42. Smoke in Glasgow.

43.1 Forfar Street.

43.2 Unidos por las olas de la playa de St. Andrews.

44. Espejos en la catedral.

45. El tiempo en el que miraba todo como parte del paraíso.

46. Cisnes, increíbles seres perfectos.

47. Horizon in Lago Alsh. 

48.Tres miradas al Puerto de Tobermor.

49. Lost on the Skye´s Island.  

50. De la mano descubrieron Dundee.

 

4*. Serie Dundee:

31*. Dundee´s Street 1.

31*. Dundee´Street 2.

33*. Morgan´s Street

34*. Strawey to haven in Dundee

35*. Mi primera bicicleta.

36*. Un atardecer en Dundee.

37*. O´clock on the road.

38*. It's insane Dundee!.

39*.1. Skyscraper in Dundee I.

39*.1.2. Skyscraper in Dundee II.

40*. Albert Street.

 

4ª. Serie Retratos de 31 a 40:

31. Toro Bravo: un gran pintor.

32. La mirada del sabio

33. Jimi Hendrix forever.

34. Los ojos de la droga.

35. ¡Uno se siente observado en el Metro de Madrid!.

36. Lo que dura una risa.

37. La sonrisa son frutas de colores.

38. Las líneas divergentes de mi destino...

39. El perfil de un gran escritor.

40. La mirada de un  Humphrey Bogart.

 

3ª. Serie Madrid de 21 a 30:

21. Torre Europa de noche.

22. Rascacielos: Las Cuatro Torres.

23. Puerta de San Vicente.

24. Pasión en Madrid.

25. Vistas de Madrid desde los Santos de la Humosa.

26. La Gran Vía.

27. Los teatros de la Gran Vía.

28. Los jardines de Parque de Oriente en verano.

29. El Oso y el Madroño.

30. Torre Europa de día.

 

2ª. Serie Reflejos de 11 a 20:

11. Los Beatles en el cuarto de baño de mi casa.

12. Un espejo en Rio de Plata.

13. Oporto´s windows.

14. Puente 25 de Abril.

15. Charco en Aveiro.

16. La sombra de los enamorados.

17. Mi cuaderno de Bitacora.

18. Los Reflejos de un Sueño.

19. Reflejos de Otoño en la U.R.J.C.

20. Lights and Shades.

 

1ª. Serie Portugal de 1 a 10:

1. Eléctrico en el Barrio Alto de Lisboa.

2. El Barrio la Ribeira de Oporto.

3. Velho Nazaré.

4. Barra.

5. Porto: Sin City.

6. Eléctrico de Oporto.

7. Canal de Aveiro.

8. Mujer portuguesa en el Mercado Chave de Aveiro.

9. Al mar.

10. Ria de Aveiro.

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  1. kiyo — 15-12-2008 - 08:45:28 GMT 1

    For Shamal,
    Wherever you are.

    I've read and dwelt in your letter Shamal.

    You who are the 'wind' that flies all over the beautiful land of Irak.

    And I know that you know why I call you -the wind- and the people from Irak know why I do so.

    Let it be known that many people in the USA are with you and never against you.
    Millions of people disagreed with what is now the present government in the
    United States of A.
    The elections of 2008 have shown the world what people here believe in.

    I trust you will understand what I want to express to you with this song.

    My very best to you.

    from Kiyo in Houston, Texas

    in the US of A.

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yg-Lv-NO-wY

    SOMETIMES WHEN WE TOUCH
    singing : Rod Stewart

    You ask me if I love you
    and I choke on my reply
    I'd rather hurt you honestly
    than mislead you with a lie
    And who am I to judge you
    in what you say or do
    I'm only just beginning
    to see the real you

    And sometimes when we touch
    the honesty's too much
    and I have to close my eyes and hide
    I want to hold you till I die
    till we both break down and cry
    I want to hold you till the fear in me subsides

    Romance and all it's strategy
    leaves me battling with my pride
    But through all the insecurity
    some tenderness survives
    I'm just another writer
    still trapped within my truth
    A hesitant prize fighter
    still trapped within my youth

    And sometimes when we touch
    the honesty's too much
    and I have to close my eyes and hide
    I want to hold you till I die
    till we both break down and cry
    I want to hold you till the fear in me subsides

    At times I'd like to break you
    and drive you to your knees
    At times I'd like to break through
    and hold you endlessly

    At times I understand you
    and I know how hard you try
    I watched while love commands you
    and I've watched love pass you by
    At times I think we're drifters
    still searching for a friend
    a brother or a sister
    but then the passion flares again

    And sometimes when we touch
    the honesty's too much
    and I have to close my eyes and hide
    I want to hold ya till I die
    till we both break down and cry
    I want to hold you till the fear in me subsides
    Subsides

  2. kiyo — 15-12-2008 - 08:46:03 GMT 1

    For Shamal,
    Wherever you are.

    I've read and dwelt in your letter Shamal.

    You who are the 'wind' that flies all over the beautiful land of Irak.

    And I know that you know why I call you -the wind- and the people from Irak know why I do so.

    Let it be known that many people in the USA are with you and never against you.
    Millions of people disagreed with what is now the present government in the
    United States of A.
    The elections of 2008 have shown the world what people here believe in.

    I trust you will understand what I want to express to you with this song.

    My very best to you.

    from Kiyo in Houston, Texas

    in the US of A.

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yg-Lv-NO-wY

    SOMETIMES WHEN WE TOUCH
    singing : Rod Stewart

    You ask me if I love you
    and I choke on my reply
    I'd rather hurt you honestly
    than mislead you with a lie
    And who am I to judge you
    in what you say or do
    I'm only just beginning
    to see the real you

    And sometimes when we touch
    the honesty's too much
    and I have to close my eyes and hide
    I want to hold you till I die
    till we both break down and cry
    I want to hold you till the fear in me subsides

    Romance and all it's strategy
    leaves me battling with my pride
    But through all the insecurity
    some tenderness survives
    I'm just another writer
    still trapped within my truth
    A hesitant prize fighter
    still trapped within my youth

    And sometimes when we touch
    the honesty's too much
    and I have to close my eyes and hide
    I want to hold you till I die
    till we both break down and cry
    I want to hold you till the fear in me subsides

    At times I'd like to break you
    and drive you to your knees
    At times I'd like to break through
    and hold you endlessly

    At times I understand you
    and I know how hard you try
    I watched while love commands you
    and I've watched love pass you by
    At times I think we're drifters
    still searching for a friend
    a brother or a sister
    but then the passion flares again

    And sometimes when we touch
    the honesty's too much
    and I have to close my eyes and hide
    I want to hold ya till I die
    till we both break down and cry
    I want to hold you till the fear in me subsides
    Subsides

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