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...failed insurrection. It was possible to go out in the evening to a restaurant or a private home. My favorite hangout was a caf? attached to the city's best art gallery, where artists and intellectuals gathered every evening for stale coffee and sparkling conversation. Going out after dark now is out of the question: kidnapping gangs lurk in public places looking for lucrative grabs - and foreigners are the most lucrative of all. Even if I were feeling reckless, there's a 9 p.m. curfew for all Baghdad residents, so I'm pretty much confined to quarters...
...north of the Minilya roadhouse, glossy black dots strut through the silver mirage around a dark mass on the road. With a Formula 1 driver's judgment of closing velocity, at the last second they wheel into the sky, crows playing chicken with the traffic. The tableau of roadkill they are enjoying looks like a multi-species suicide pact. There's the standard eviscerated kangaroo, but also an emu less than a meter away, head tucked under its wing as if sheltering from the wind that fluffs its feathers. Beside it is a foul-smelling black-and-white smear that...
...least 6,000 years old-depict fish, reptiles, kangaroos and birds, as well as human figures. According to experts, they show wide variation in style and technique, suggesting that they were created in different eras. The images are still visible, thanks to the contrast between the dark red-to-black patina of iron oxide that covers the rock and the underlying gray that emerged when the patina was cut into or scratched away...
...Northeast and the heated debate of the Ned Lamont-Joe Lieberman Senate primary are far away - and Moulitsas would like to keep it that way. He says he's only talked to one other reporter and isn't planning on talking to any more: "I'm going media dark. People are getting the story wrong and I don't want to fuel that...
...scan the cabin for familiar faces. The 50-odd passengers include the usual suspects--Western "security consultants" in faux fatigues, Iraqi officials in dark suits. And some surprises, like the three women in white Indian saris with blue borders. The nuns from the Missionaries of Charity, Mother Teresa's order, are a comforting sight. One of them, Sister Benedetta, kindly gives me a laminated picture of the soon-to-be saint and a genuine relic--a microchip-size piece of Teresa's sari. A lapsed Hindu, I'm nonetheless grateful for any and all gifts that purport to holiness; somewhere...