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"I am still in America, for about a month now, very tired of traveling around, moving from state to state, carrying bags, the uncomfortable sleep during journeys, and the time-lag between the farther eastern states and the farther western. My body is very exhausted, but the blood stained, sad news from Iraq makes me forget my aches, and strengthen my resolve to move from city to city, to talk about the pain and suffering of the Iraqis, for three years now…
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I can no longer remember all the details, because of the multitude of cities, faces, activities, and the packed schedule, but I do remember our meetings with people in churches, universities, houses, and small gatherings in various non-governmental organizations. And I found the people sympathetic and understanding towards the suffering of the Iraqi families; of the bad security conditions, and the crippled daily life, for it is at risk and with difficulty that people go about their business, send their children to schools, go shopping, or go to a doctor. As for family visiting or going out to a restaurant, well, those became memories of the past; for who would take the risk of going out to visit a friend, or have a meal in a restaurant?"
A Family in Baghdad