It was 9 o'clock on a hot, equatorial night, and the locals were living it up outside Passoni's Grocery Store on the potholed main drag of Mogadishu, capital of Somalia. Italian Settler Passoni, an enterprising sort, was raffling off boxes of groceries. Suddenly, a news bulletin from neighboring Kenya blared from a radio in a bar next door. An instant later, the guttural twitter that is the Somali tongue became an ominous muttering, and the crowd of 500 was on the rampage. Stoning cars, the Somalis marched to the British embassy, touching off...
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