The restaurant sits near the banks of the Tigris River, from which fishermen haul out the masgouf -- the big carp that are cooked over wood fires and served as a local favorite. Our guest, just days before the war, was a young man who had been translating the Iraqi press so that we could understand what the government was telling its people. He arrived a bit late.
As he was seated, his eyes darted around the room, scanning the other guests. He began to perspire and stammer, suddenly making excuses that he had to get back to work.
The reason...
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