Wonderful little story by this blogger:
http://washingtonbureau.typepad.com/iraq/2007/05/every_time_i_cr.htmlMay 16, 2007
Forbidden Oasis
Every time I cross over from Rusafa (Baghdad, east of the Tigris) to Karkh (Baghdad, west of the Tigris), my eyes are attracted to a very long line of trucks carrying bricks and other building materials, waiting for their turn to unload in a location that is known only for its magical quality to the greater majority of Iraqis, a locatoin inside that fairyland, the Green Zone.
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The only signs of construction in our ruined city.
Our buildings are in ruins, our electricity nonexsistent, our sewage system flowing backwards, our drinking water would poison any but us - we have developed an immunity.... yet all the bricks, the cement sacks, the iron beams are headed down one direction, on the "Presidential Route" into the Green Zone.
What are they building?
Do you believe they will leave it behind?
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