I have remembered the beautiful memory of nice people at the great historic site, Palmyra these two weeks. People at the village were very nice to me. We shared a toast over tea time and chatted besides the rout toward the Jordan. It's a really beautiful memory of my youth. Now, everything in the peaceful experiences is broken into a darkness. That demonious power of ISIS keeps vandalism over the area and mass execution of village residents including Khaled al-Asaad, who is the guardian of the Palmyra relics. Why do they kill their own brethren under Abraham's God? Don't they embrace any guilty feelings during such a deed of destroy before the history of human beings? I'm just disappointed to have lost a chance to see the beautiful site in my memory.