I am very glad that I came to Iraq. It is the beginning of that feeling such as in Pakistan. Roughness. An overwhelming feeling. It might as well be because I am a woman.
I left the country with an over stay of one day but that didn’t matter for the immigration official.
Irak, daar wil ik al heel lang naar toe. Zoals ik ook al heel lang naar Algerije en Libië wil. Irak is al lange tijd veilig al wist ik nooit precies hoe en wat. Via een Amerikaans Indiase vriend die er een tijdje als militair gelegerd was heb ik begrepen dat Koerdisch Iraq goed te doen is. Arabisch Irak niet.
I have to get used to it. Being the highlight of a family, the one-woman show being once again on the road. And I will get used to it. Not all families are as enthusiastic as in beautifully named Tilki Tepe.
The most frequently asked question is “Are not you afraid?” and “You’re just a woman alone.” I am used to hear those questions and I do not flash a strange look towards them who’d ask me. Except this one: “But you’re really all alone and no one is there to help you!” in silence I wonder how they take place in this world? And mind you, these people are westerners…