[Originally posted by Yosh at No One Reads Your Blog, a blog collaboration by the members of the band Jake Wilkinson’s Unicycle]
When reporting on the Syrian conflict, I and a couple other journalists were confiscated. We stayed the night in a guarded on-site trailer with bars over the windows. They fed us some strange tasting frosted flakes in the morning. The irony of my cereal was probably from it’s proximity to the iron bars.
After we ate we were brought outside for questioning. The “leader of the pack” stepped up & in broken English asked “What is you want to know?”
I didn’t know his nationality but since we were close to Syria I asked him if he was Syrial. When I got strange looks I said “…well you know…if someone has harmony they are harmonious…so you know, like…if this guy is from Syria…is he..uhh…is he Syrious?”
I don’t think they thought I was serious.
What I really wanted to know is how their small army fared against the recent world wide invasion from alien forces. The aliens had far superior weapons & CNN had only followed a group of US Marines through the ordeal but there was limited coverage of other nations all over the world.
I asked him if they had fought the aliens and he acted like I was from another planet. Even the other journalists looked at me like I was crazy, so I just shut up.