Syria may be little known to some, but since it caught fire everyone has smelled its smoke. Born and raised in Horns, I never imagined that my home - often the butt of jokes by other Syrian cities in the way that Belfast can be in Ireland - would be a name so regularly on the lips of some of the world's most influential people. But I, and many of my fellow citizens here, sometimes suspect that the more talk there is, the more destruction, death, blood and horror follows. Before all this, architects struggled in Horns. The lack of proper planning and attention meant walking through the streets held little pleasure. I couldn't name a single memorable architectural sight here. So as a growing architect I dreamt of contributing something to my neglected city.
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