Someone else was trying to solve the Iranian problem last week. Her name was Madame Sadika Garagozlou. She was a slim ash blonde with full-blown lips and eyes that would melt the heart of an Italian galley pirate, if not of a British diplomat. In Rome last week, she left behind a trail of perfume, but what she had to sell was more pungent: Iranian oil.
Born in Berlin of Egyptian parents (35 years ago, by ungallant guess), Sadika went to Cairo after war broke out, and set up a perfume shop. Says she: "I've liked selling ever since." In the social...
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