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...tourists on such a scale in recent years, threatening an $18 billion tourism industry. "We are facing an al-Qaeda?like terrorist gang," an editorial in the newspaper Hürriyet said the next day. "[They] take not only people's lives, but also their jobs and the bread from their hands." The blasts could provoke a change in thinking in how to deal with the p.k.k. Turkey had been urging the U.S. to help root out the group from northern Iraq. Last week Washington finally responded by naming retired General Joseph Ralston, the former nato Supreme Allied Commander...
...very early morning this week, the people in my neighborhood who wanted fresh bread for breakfast congregated outside the local bakery, wondering why the doors were locked and the stone oven cold. Fifteen minutes later, when it became clear there would be no bread that day, people began speculating why a bakery that has been open every weekday for literally decades should mysteriously be shut. The small crowd swiftly concluded the worst: the Iranian government had sent all the country's flour to Lebanon...
...noon, when I was up and contemplating a sandwich, word had spread around the neighborhood. Everyone blamed the dearth of fresh bread on the government's over-generous aid to the Shi`ites of Lebanon, displaced in the recent fighting between Israel and Hizballah. I should point out that my neighborhood is split between religious and secular families, and that the most pious of the bread-deprived were just as quick to shake their heads with resentment. No one said "let them eat cake," but it came pretty close...
...ungainly, rooftop dishes, and flooded the market with the discreet little one, everyone would be forced to buy the ayatullah's son's dishes. This connection between regime piety and corrupt wealth dominates how Iranians see the world - the little events that transpire in their daily lives, from bread shortages to satellite raids...
...last time my wife Sally and I saw him, the Sunday before he died, he and Trish called in on their way home from the airport. They'd eaten on the plane, but our seven-year-old decided to make him a sandwich. She tore holes in the bread with chunks of too-cold butter, stuck on a slice of ham and smeared the lot with enough hot English mustard to make a shark weep. Len ate it as though it were the finest dish ever offered to him, licked his lips and said, "Lucy, that was so delicious...