Driving in my country
Imagine a crowded street with no traffic lights ,without (or almost without) traffic police ,even when there is a policeman he has no power though no control on the drivers. Imagine that the roads can be closed suddenly, others are crowded ,with wrong side coming and going cars .Sometimes Hamars or tanks with continuous horns’ sounds. craziness all the time , fear of accidents , explosions ,shooting, and car bombs .
That’s exactly what you can see a live in my country’s streets .
Over and above , the no. of the cars is more than the roads can assimilate.. that’s why I don’t drive . It is so scary ,the driver need to be completely concentrating ,on all directions ,must stay calm and endure humiliation from others for no reason.
my sister drives in Dubai. my mom used to drive in Baghdad but not any more.
I have to look for some one to drive me all the time.
Enjoy driving in your country and obey it’s rules.
Mama
That’s exactly what you can see a live in my country’s streets .
Over and above , the no. of the cars is more than the roads can assimilate.. that’s why I don’t drive . It is so scary ,the driver need to be completely concentrating ,on all directions ,must stay calm and endure humiliation from others for no reason.
my sister drives in Dubai. my mom used to drive in Baghdad but not any more.
I have to look for some one to drive me all the time.
Enjoy driving in your country and obey it’s rules.
Mama