Two young men at one of the stands looked at me in surprise and pointed at the sky. One of them asked in broken English if I was staying in Iraq for the war. I shrugged and nodded, and he smiled and said that he hoped I didn’t get killed. We shook hands. I told him that I hoped he didn’t get killed, either.

Jon Lee Anderson berichtet über die Tage vor dem Kriegsbeginn und die ersten Bomben auf Bagdad im New Yorker.