9/21/2008
It's hard to believe another week has flown by. I had a mildly crummy week - too much work to do and a bad headache and allergies exacerbated by the duststorms. By time Friday arrived, I was ready for a day of lying low. I avoided the office all day and was even loathe to answer my cell phones, but begrudgingly did so to prevent my co-workers from getting worried.
On Saturday, I had a very exciting day that completely changed my attitude. One of the people who works in my section at the embassy is the Conventional Weapons Destruction Advisor. He works closely with a couple Iraqi NGOs that are involved in demining. One of the groups he works for is called IMCO, the Iraqi Mine Clearance Organization. Over the weekend, they hosted a Children's Mine Risk Education Event. They invited Government of Iraqi officials, members of the diplomatic corps and the media to help raise awareness of the horrific problems posed by landmines and other explosive remnants of war. My boss, the Political Military Affairs Minister Counselor represented the embassy. He made a short speech and gave a few interviews to various media outlets. Sadly children account for many of the victims of landmines and other explosive devices. IMCO conducts education programs to help teach kids how to avoid these hazards.
Although it was very interesting to see IMCO's facilities where they train men to detect and clear mines, the best part of the day was interacting with the kids. For more photos, you can check out my photos on Pikasa. I used my feeble Arabic to the best of my ability and at one point when woman passing by saw that I was struggling to communicate, she stopped to translate for a bit. Our conversation started off innocently enough. We were talking about soccer. I asked the two boys if they were brothers. They said yes. I asked if they had other brothers. They said yes. I asked how many. Then without so much as a flicker of emotion, they matter of factly said they used to have 6 bothers but now there were only 5 since one had been killed. Even when you have words, what do you say to that? It really broke my heart. Poor kids. Some of the kids that were there were also direct victims. You can tell they haven't gotten the type of treatment we are accustomed to people receiving when they have lost a limb. One of the men there had one of the boys show me his stump. Even his good leg was badly disfigured. It was amazing that he got around as well as he did. Spending even a brief amount of time with these kids definitely put all my work related woes sharply into perspective. I left there feeling really lucky. Lucky that I had the chance to meet these kids, lucky that I got to get out of my office and see a bit of real life, and most of all lucky for my health and safety, which I take for granted all too often. I hope you are doing well. And I hope that regardless of what's going on in your own world, you can stop and take a moment to be thankful everything you have. I know I have.
Take care,
Valerie
P.S. Baghdad Babble will likely be on hiatus for the next month. I will be back in the DC area on Sept. 29th. Please let me know if you want to get together while I'm in town.