Iraqi Dream
The Iraqui desert was very hot and dry, and the sun shone too brightly to look up. Morrisa was wearing her belly dance clothes. We had food, clothes, computers, and money for the victims of the war. We ran from tent to hut, from tent to hut, giving people in long, flowing robes food. The men wore white and had flowing beards The children were naked, so Morrisa ran and got them clothes. A young man carried the computers to the huts without power for me. Morrisa came with the money. She gave a twenty dollar bill to each person.
One of the men started to laugh at her. This made her cry. He said they had plenty of money, and plenty of oil, but there was nowhere to spend it. Morrisa ran back crying, and grabbed back all the twenty dollar bills. She said "I know where to spend them." Suddenly we were in Bologna, Italy in an outdoor market. We giggled, and began looking at Italian leather shoes.
One of the men started to laugh at her. This made her cry. He said they had plenty of money, and plenty of oil, but there was nowhere to spend it. Morrisa ran back crying, and grabbed back all the twenty dollar bills. She said "I know where to spend them." Suddenly we were in Bologna, Italy in an outdoor market. We giggled, and began looking at Italian leather shoes.