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Iraqi Town Bears Scars of War
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"If you don't stay, he'll kidnap you until we're done with lunch, and then I'll kidnap you so that you join me for dinner," he said.
This time, of course, it was a joke. Even then, we decided to stay.
More jokes followed, as we made our way around town.
Another resident marveled at the survival of a former colleague from Baghdad.
"The prostitute never drowns," he said. As in, she can always find work.
He followed with another plea for another lunch, no less insistent. We protested. We have to return to Baghdad. We'll come back soon. We'll make sure we stay longer.
"A bird in your hand," he said, doubting our word, "is better than 10 in the tree."
