ANKARA — Today started early: 5 a.m., when the call to prayer from the nearby mosque got cranked up. Just as well, as J. and I needed to get to the Syrian Embassy by 8:30 a.m.
ANKARA — After almost 14 hours of traveling, I’ve landed in Ankara, ahead of schedule. It’s been a mad dash to Turkey’s capital, sort of like what the 3rd Infantry Division is trying to do regarding Baghdad, but without the bullets.
Christopher is traveling for the rest of the week. He was in Zurich last night, and is on his way to Ankara. I should hear something from him by this weekend and I’ll post it as soon as I know something. Michael
BINISLAWA DISPLACED PERSONS CAMP, Iraqi Kurdistan — The day is hot, damn hot. It’s the middle of July, and the air is dry and thirsty with the thermometer bumping against the 45 degree Celsius mark. Little dust devils curl up around my heels as I walk. Yet inside a tent that 11 people call home, the water is cold and refreshing and the hospitality is genuine.
WHAT WAS HAPPENING: I had this picture taken as I stood on the shores of the Tigris after we had just crossed from Syria into northern Iraq. Downstream, about 2 km, I could see a tower from the Iraqi base that commands the area. The Kurds told me that the Iraqis sometimes snipe at the …