It's hard to know how to help reconstruct "ordinary" life after a war. No life is ordinary. Here are reflections on pasts, presents, and futures along the way.
Monday, March 17, 2014
A Fleet of Bellams
This "fleet" of brightly-painted bellams is anchored on the shore of the Shatt Al Arab, across from Sinbad Island, north of Basra. Once used to ferry honeymooners a la Venician gondolas, they now sit mostly idle. #cmarsh
Location: West Columbia, South Carolina, United States
I am an anthropologist, archaeologist, and geographer, engaged in re-building university programs in Iraq. I tend to think about life as lived over the past several thousand years, as well as over the past several hundred hours. I was not embedded in "hot" zones. I was just going about a very odd little bit of ordinary life, in extraordinary circumstances.