After leaving Iraq behind, Bhagdad Burning turns her attention to her new home in Damascus, Syria, together with 1.5 million other Iraqi refugees:
The first evening we arrived, exhausted, dragging suitcases behind us, morale a little bit bruised, the Kurdish family sent over their representative – a 9 year old boy missing two front teeth, holding a lopsided cake, “We’re Abu Mohammed’s house- across from you- mama says if you need anything, just ask- this is our number. Abu Dalia’s family live upstairs, this is their number. We’re all Iraqi too… Welcome to the building.”
I cried that night because for the first time in a long time, so far away from home, I felt the unity that had been stolen from us in 2003.
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Nov 12th, 2007 at 7:05 pm
You need to fix the link.
I haven’t read River in some time. This was a nice reminder.
jb says: Hi Cooper, I’ve fixed it. Thanks for telling me.