From Saddam’s Camp to America’s Dump
The dump is a dusty wasteland. Heaps of Baghdad’s rotting wastes are strewn about several square miles of the battered capital city. Engaged in their futile battle to remove the endless amounts of garbage from streets, blue garbage trucks rumble through the stinky dump, adding their loads of filth. Thirty-two-year-old Hattim lives in this wasteland … Continue reading “From Saddam’s Camp to America’s Dump”