0930 hrs. Tuesday (so what?) Good morning Bun. Miss you. There was a lot of shooting going on last night. Three weeks ago, we would have been huddled up on the landing. Last night, we just kept on watching a video, and drinking wine. Sarah, Mario, John and Claudette were next door for an evening out. The 'Bobs' had invited them over for dinner. Claudette said since she was supposed to be on vacation, they wanted to show them a nice time. I wanted to puke when she said that. God, please get me out of here!
1530 hrs. Spent an hour on the roof today. Boy, was it hot out. I was feeling a little weak up there. Maybe because I skipped breakfast. We had fish sticks, french fries and beans for lunch. We heard that there were house searches in the city. Everyone hid their passports, hoping that these fake Kuwaiti driver's licenses will be enough to keep us from getting dragged out of here. I pray it does not come to that. I don't know if my Spanish is convincing enough for me to be a Spaniard. I guess my cover is that I'm a teacher at the Sunshine School here in Salwa, for ten year olds. God, please just make this house invisible to the Iraqi forces, to chemical weapons, to bullets and bombs. Please shield us from the dangers of this war. I don't like not having my passport on me, or any of my plastic money, or other ID. This whole thing sucks!
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