Wrath, Anger, and Sadness
Leaving the hotel is always an adventure. Last night, Abu Talat whisked me, with a full beard and a keffiyeh draped around my shoulders,out into the chaotic streets of occupied Baghdad. As we traveled around the capital, we took side roads, winding, varying routes toward our destination, never daring to take the direct, most obvious … Continue reading “Wrath, Anger, and Sadness”