I've been feeling unease all day long. You know, when something is so horrible that even when you're not thinking about it it keeps hurting you, you can feel it there, deep inside you.

The terrible end of British man Ken Bigley is the reason, a 62 years old man that I saw a couple of days ago on tv, in a cage as if he was a laboratory animal, begging Tony Blair to save his live.

The poor man managed to run away from his captors during half and hour, before he was recapture near Latifiya, an area I've hear Americans can't control.

I don't want to write anything else even though I have a lot of questions to make, I just want to send all my love and support to Ken Bigley's family.