I cannot say that I returned from Iraq without any physical impediments. The skin on my hands is still extremely dry and a wound on my toe got inflamed. All minor details of course compared to what could have happened also.
While walking this afternoon to my favorite restaurant for lunch I saw a man in his early forties, impeccably dressed, standing on the street not far from Stephen’s Green. He was talking in Italian to a video camera on a tripod. In his hand he hold some yellow sheets.
I felt like encouraging him. It must not be easy: talking to a camera without other people around to support you.