IT'S A SMALL WORLD AFTERALL
Whilst out doing my chores the other day I met a charming, young, man who was proud to be an Iraqi despite the fact that he had never set foot in Iraq.
Actually he was born in Kuwait. His father was an Iraqi citizen working in Kuwait as a pilot.
I assumed that the Iraqi Invasion of Kuwait in ’90 caused some problems for his family and he confessed that they were summarily booted out of the country despite the fact that his father was not involved.
His father still has a home on the outskirts of Baghdad which may or may not still exist. The family hopes to return but his father estimates that it may take ten years before Iraq is stable enough and it may very well be trisected by then.
This young man told me how proud his father was of his Mesopotamian heritage and mourned the loss of the ancient artifacts and treasures that once stood on display in the National Museum before the American Liberation failed to anticipate or halt the subsequent looting and destruction of these treasures from antiquity. The birthplace of Civilization. Ironic.
When he had finished changing my oil he wiped off the hood of my van and with a huge smile shook my hand. As I turned over the ignition I asked him if he thought that he would stay in the Oil business.