Why does the non-crazy soldier think he is a dog

Hussein Karrad, like Fadil Abbas, an immigrant, an Iraqi immigrant who left Iraq and settled in Germany and Brussels, and I think in his last days he lived in New York, slept in the street, then in a two-room apartment with a shared bathroom, and once he slept in the kitchen. He read the novels of Hassan Mutlaq, and a novel called Beer at the billiard club in its English edition. And he wrote poetry: a Gypsy girl, the night for the prophets... and so on. He ate at a restaurant run by a Hadrami named Bakran. He drinks, and if he gets drunk, he becomes hysterical and stomps the ground with his foot. Before emigrating, he suffered from an unspecified mental disorder after seeing the charred bodies of children in the Amiriyah shelter. The Americans bombed him with a smart bomb, yes, a smart one. And he thought he was somewhat lucky because their house was not damaged in the bombing that accompanied Desert Storm, and also the Qalam Tuz tree that stands upright in the yard was not damaged. The clothes his mother spread in the yard were unaffected, but her spirit was affected. Author: Mohamed Al-Aradi Pages: 164 Dar Kalemat for Publishing and Distribution