Today my list:
- A mud-encrusted 45 record of Cathy's Clown found in a dry wadi
- The crunch of pomegranate seeds
- Warm goat's milk yoghurt in an enamel bowl
- The bray of a donkey on an abandoned building site (or maybe that was Cairo, years later)
- The muezzin's call at dawn
- Standing still while my mother pinned the straps of a new sundress across my sunburned shoulders
- Throwing up on that - or a similar - sundress as my mother pinned the straps across my sunburned shoulders
- My friends Bethani and Luli's barebottomed baby brother Ahmed getting tangled up in the rope used to tie him to a post of their mud hut
- Squatting beside the wheelchair-confined guard at the Coca Cola factory while my brother and he jabbered away at each other in Arabic
- The vendor in the suq throwing out a banner of fabric to display a bolt of Swiss cotton to my mother
- Black-blistered bread hot from the gasping maw of the clay oven in the suq
- Bare feet sweeping the cool floor under the breakfast table.
A typical suq scene
'Iraq Loved & Lost' - my essay in Maclean's magazine 2002 here.