While leaving I lost my way. It was suddenly too late to turnback.
I found myself in the middle of a plain. And large wheels circulated everywhere.
Certainly their size was one hundred times that of mine. And others were still larger.
As for me, at their approach, I whispered softly, as if to myself, almost without seeing
them, “Wheel, don’t crush me...Wheel, I beg of you don’t crush me...
Wheel, do me a favor, don’t crush me.”
They arrived, stirring up a strong wind and went away.
Now, since months:“Wheel, don’t crush me...Wheel, again this time, don’t crush me.”
And no one intervenes! And nothing can stop it.
I will remain like this until my death.
By: Anmar Taha
Music: Dag Rosenqvist
Production: Iraqi Bodies