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2004–2005 The IED: inside the house, the foundation shakes. Out on the street, a blast of hot air in your face.
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Feurat Alani
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Chapters in this book
- Frontmatter i
- Foreword v
- Translator’s Note ix
- 1989 My first trip to Iraq. The taste of apricot. “Never say Saddam’s name.” 1
- 1992 The summer ends in Baghdad. When I return to France, my friends tell me all about their vacations at the beach. 17
- 1995 If you really appreciate someone, you say “A khaliq ala rassi,” or “I’ll put you on my head.” 33
- 1995 A question from the disillusioned teenager I’ve become: Why was I born in France instead of Iraq? 49
- 2003 This is how I write my first news stories. Embedded with family going about their daily routines. 65
- 2004–2005 The IED: inside the house, the foundation shakes. Out on the street, a blast of hot air in your face. 81
- 2005–2006 I often hang out at the neighborhood barbershop. It’s the ideal place to hear the latest news and rumors 97
- 2006 My Iraq is, above all, a bunch of smells. Sand, watermelon, masgouf, cardamom tea, sourdough rolls 113
- 2006–2007 Syria, a country at peace. A stable country back then. A country where the media had no worries. A wonderful country 129
- 2007–2001 One evening, I summon the courage to tell them: “I’m an Iraqi.” They’re curious and flood me with questions 145
- 2011 Goodbye America! 161
- Timeline 163
- Acknowledgments 164
Chapters in this book
- Frontmatter i
- Foreword v
- Translator’s Note ix
- 1989 My first trip to Iraq. The taste of apricot. “Never say Saddam’s name.” 1
- 1992 The summer ends in Baghdad. When I return to France, my friends tell me all about their vacations at the beach. 17
- 1995 If you really appreciate someone, you say “A khaliq ala rassi,” or “I’ll put you on my head.” 33
- 1995 A question from the disillusioned teenager I’ve become: Why was I born in France instead of Iraq? 49
- 2003 This is how I write my first news stories. Embedded with family going about their daily routines. 65
- 2004–2005 The IED: inside the house, the foundation shakes. Out on the street, a blast of hot air in your face. 81
- 2005–2006 I often hang out at the neighborhood barbershop. It’s the ideal place to hear the latest news and rumors 97
- 2006 My Iraq is, above all, a bunch of smells. Sand, watermelon, masgouf, cardamom tea, sourdough rolls 113
- 2006–2007 Syria, a country at peace. A stable country back then. A country where the media had no worries. A wonderful country 129
- 2007–2001 One evening, I summon the courage to tell them: “I’m an Iraqi.” They’re curious and flood me with questions 145
- 2011 Goodbye America! 161
- Timeline 163
- Acknowledgments 164
