We’re on the phone again to Baghdad—the Saturday morning call. At some point I am complaining about all the things I have to do, and the cold, and the car being buried in the snow…Z interrupts me.
Mr. Bruce, I have to tell you something. I think your list is very easy. Each one is a small thing. Let me tell you. Just two days a car very close to the house was exploded.
Momo was not home. He was headed to the bakery to bring bread. I sent him. Myself.
The explosion was very close to the checkpoint.
The national guards at the checkpoint, the guys become crazy
Shooting, detaining all the store’s owners
A bunch of crazy Shi’a guys…shooting and acting crazy.
I kept calling M and he didn’t answer. This is a big fear in me. I kept calling but he did not answer the phone.
In that situation I hate to even remember. I was so afraid.
When he came home finally he told me. “I was hiding behind the concrete wall because they were detaining people and I was afraid they would take me.”
So you are worried about your car buried in the snow!
February 2, 2014 by Bruce Wallace, 121Contact