Salam Pax is back, it seems. I was starting to wonder if he’d made it through OK.
It is compelling reading.
There is one item which I have not thought I would need a big supply of: antacids. Air raid sirens start wailing or the heavy bombs start falling; five minutes later I go for the drawer with the antacids. Now every time the bombing starts my brother starts humming Nirvana’s “Pennyroyal Tea” :
“I’m on warm milk and laxatives
But these Iraqi antacids have no flavor, it feels like you are chewing plaster of Paris.