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We come from desert far, far away.
Oppression is the common thread in our country.
Our escape into exile happening when we were to play game of soccer in Tikrit Memorial Stadium.
We arrive early at stadium, we not sure why no one in stadium.
But we play along.During line up for player presentation we notice many loud screamings.
We knew something was fishing.
Amir founding a doorway in to under belly of bleechers.
We manage to find room with lockers.
Visiting team was from Canada land, we have quick shave of moustache and place head dress of "toque".We learn language of "eh" and "shoot damn it" very quickly.
We had the game of our lives, but lost.
No matter we had gained our freedom when we climb team bus.
Now in Canada, we have land job with company Camel Towing Inc.
We like to drive tow for Camel Tow.
Our boss is Jack, he very nice man.
His wife is even nicer.
We love this country!!
Now we make music for space for mine.