It was exactly eight days after Katrina struck the city, my father and I decided to go back to the city and check on our house. We heard on the news and from other people in our hotel in Houston that the troops blocked all the entry to the city and they don\'t let anyone to enter; But we decided to give it a shot so drove toward New Orleans. It was around noon when we passed Homa. We assumed since I-10 was the main entry to the city it must be blocked so we took highway 90. We entered New Orleans without seeing any state trooper or cops blocking roads. The troops must have been called for an especial assignment out of the city. We headed toward our house driving on the main roads. There were no other cars on the road. It was so strange for us to see the roads which were full of cars and people just few days ago, being so quiet and empty. I wasn\'t looking at the damages on the houses anymore; I was looking around to see if I can find any person on the empty streets. Our house was on 39th street off of Flor De Lise Boulevard. As we entered the Flor De Lise Boulevard we couldn\'t dive any further as all the trees has fallen to the middle of Boulevard and blocked the way. So we left the car there and walked toward our house. All the water on the street had been drained out but we could see the water lines on the houses on both side of the boulevard. There were several lines indicating that the drainage was taken place in several stages. The lines were approximately two feet above my head (I am 6ft 2ines). We had to walk eight blocks to get to our house. After I saw the devastation on the houses around me, while we were walking, I asked my father \"do you really want to see the house\". There were no respond, it seemed like his mind was so occupied he didn\'t hear me talking and so I kept quiet and continued walking. We arrived at 39th street and turned left on it to go to our house which was located half way through the street. When we arrived at the house I unintentionally started to laugh. It was one of the funniest images I had seen in my entire life. My car was directly sitting on top of my father\'s car both under our car port. My car was a Toyota Corolla and my father\'s was an old Mercedes Benz. Before we evacuate I had my car parked under the car port and my father\'s car was parked behind mine. Our assumption was that since my car was light and new and the gaskets on the doors were tight so it floated on water. And my father\'s car was so heavy and old so gaskets on the door were loose and in some area it was missing so it sank in water. Then waves must have pushed my father\'s car forward against the house were my car was originally parked and as the water was draining out my car came to rest on top of my father\'s. Fist thing we notice about the house itself was that there was no front door. On the door jam of the missing door there was sign of force entry. Whether the rescue team broke in to check the house or some heavy object must have hit the door so hard and blown it away. We lifted the front of our shirt and used it as a mask to cover our mouth and noise. The smell of the rotten food reminded me of the day my brother and I broke our Easter egg looking for a baby chicken (he was 5 an a half and I was 4 years old). Fist thing I notice as I waked in to the house was our side-by-side, approximately 900 lb, refrigerator which was laying on it\'s back on top of the kitchen\'s island. The ceiling fan\'s blades were caved downward and look liked an umbrella. There were countless holes in a variety of sizes on the walls caused by the objects in the house being smashed to the walls as they were floating on water. There was a thick layer of mud covering the entire floor. All the glasses of windows were broken. The only place we saw some water was the water which was trapped between the two layers of half broken glasses of the windows. All the walls and ceilings were covered in green and black molds\r\n We had rented a pickup truck from Houston and we had planned to bring back some clothing and living supply to Houston. I looked at my father and turned my head toward the truck and both started loughing.............. \r\n