When I was six years old, my father returned home one day with a live lamb in the trunk of his car. He got it out of the car and housed it on the roof of the apartment building in the city of Kuwait in the Persian Gulf where we were living at that time.
The lamb story
The lamb story
The lamb story
When I was six years old, my father returned home one day with a live lamb in the trunk of his car. He got it out of the car and housed it on the roof of the apartment building in the city of Kuwait in the Persian Gulf where we were living at that time.