This letter is written by a 22 year old girl from Damascus, Syria.
,,While I’m writing this, I can hear explosions and machineguns through my window. I would never have expected that I could develop some kind of skill to distinguish different kinds of weapons just by hearing their sounds, but I did. The sounds are familiar, because I hear them every day since the war started.
I was shot at, chased after and escaped from death many times, like many Syrians. What it’s like to be Syrian during these times can be divided into four distinctive, but yet similar interchangeable statuses. You are either dead, arrested, surviving or simply just trying to get out of the country. Continue reading Letter from Damascus: What it’s like to be Syrian