Tuesday, December 26, 2017
Today I am thinking about my time in the Green Zone in Baghdad, Iraq. I was out running one evening and encountered 3 people around are fire. In my fractured Arabic, I determined that they were truck drivers. They offered me some coffee and in the spirit of hospitality, a tradition acquired through centuries from the Bedouin. As we chatted, I also determined that two of the truck drivers were Jordanians, and one was a Palestinian who asked me, "do you hate Jews?" I reacted with a laugh. "I love everyone." The two Jordanians nodded and said, Qwayas." - Good. We sipped our coffee and then I departed, Maa Salam. - with peace.