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285 pages, Paperback
First published March 1, 1991
My escort worked for the Information Ministry, which, by definition, made him a poor source of information.
"Is this near the presidential palace?" I asked as we passed a heavily guarded compound.
"Not far," he said.
"And where is the Foreign Ministry?"
"Also nearby."
Searching for neutral topics, I commented on the weather. Yes, he said, it is very hot. How hot he could not say. The weather in Baghdad was classified information, "for security."
In Egypt it is considered abrupt to being any conversation without at least of the following:
Good morning.
Good morning to you.
Good morning of light.
Good morning of roses.
Good morning of jasmines (and so on, through the rest of the garden).
And how are you?
Fine, and you?
Fine also, thanks be to God.
Thanks to God.
Welcome, most welcome.
Welcome to you.
(Chorus) p.137