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  1. Log book to the end of civilization. XI

    I am surrounded from all sides. Not only I have Chinese and Kurds around me, there are also the Brits. And that is because apart from me, all the supervisory personnel are a verifiable slice of Britannia and the Commonwealth.
    There is a Scot, or at least I believe he is a Scot simply because I can’t understand a word he says when he speaks. There is only one thing that I can make out and that is the inevitable “Mate” at the end of every utterance, invariable pronounced as “My’t”. He is interested ...
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  2. Log book to the end of civilization. X

    Let’s return to the Kurds. As I was leaving Sulaymaniyah I was able to see, to my surprise, a very nice and modern building wielding the name of The American University of Iraq, Kurdistan campus. I felt that to have an American University here would be the equivalent of having an Institute for Hebrew Studies in Mecca (and one further campus in Medina), something very much at odds with the entire scenario I am in. The fact that the building is pristine and shows no signs of having been bombed (it ...
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  3. Log book to the end of civilization. IX

    I had forgotten about the desert.
    Still, I am not in a desert. There is a difference between a desert, sandy and with undulating dunes that roll across the plains and a deserted area, which is more like where I am. Sitting here, north of the confluence of the Tigris and Euphrates, I realize that this area must have been part of the region where wheat and other cereals where first domesticated, giving rise to civilization. Together with the Fertile Crescent of the Nile, cultures, as we know ...
  4. Log book to the end of civilization. VIII

    At base camp I am further briefed on the issues around here. I am not allowed to go out of the fenced perimeter without an escort, and I have to report all my moves to the Security Chief. The man is from South Africa, a tough Afrikaner who perhaps was raised during those apartheid years and yearns for the days in which the continent was still home to Rhodesia, the Belgian Congo, Nyasaland and other former colonies whose names are not even known by the newer generations. He reminds me a bit of Martin ...
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  5. Log book to the end of civilization. IV

    I finally arrived to the Amman airport, the gate to Jordan. It is one of those magnificent Middle East buildings, reeking opulence and elegance. It was probably designed by a British company, built by the Germans and operated by the Dutch, but there is one thing that has to be said about Arabs in general: they do know how to pay for these things, indeed.
    I wait there for about two hours, walking through the duty free zone as I kill the time. It is filled with expensive alcoholic beverages ...

    Updated 11-06-2013 at 06:41 AM by ponchi101

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