Hello. My name is…Hmmm. Let me call myself Brain (I always wish to have one :D). Anyway, I’m talking to you from Homs, Syria. I’m here to tell you some of my diaries—some of the stories we have been living through the last six years—and maybe I’ll tell you some of my secrets. But first of all, let me introduce myself better.
My name is Brain. I’m 25 years old. I studied economics and I’m studying an MBA. I have one older brother and one beautiful younger sister, and a cat. It’s 11 years old. My grandmother has come here around 9 months ago from Aleppo. She couldn’t resist more with no electricity, no water, and a lot of shells. She misses her home a lot. She couldn’t acclimate with the new situation until now.
Of course you don’t know a lot about Homs and Homsi people. Homs is a small, quite beautiful city. Its population was around one million before the war but now its decreased to the half or less, I think. It has a mild climate. Homsis are very white heart people with a sense of humor. By the way, most of the jokes here start with, “Once upon a time there was a Homsi.” :D
This is enough for now cause I have to study. I’m doing my finals. Wish me luck with it. Meet you next week.
I’m sorry for my bad language but I’m still learning with Paper Airplanes :)