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From 1952, a look at Iraq as it was half a century ago
A turab, an ill wind that makes the air clammy-hot and full of dust, swept through Baghdad on the sixth of March, signalling the beginning of spring, with summer soon to follow. The sky turned a luminescent, murky brown, and plastic bags and other refuse blew about. My driver, Sabah, who is usually cheerful, became dour and languid and complained of a headache and fever. He wanted to go to the hammam, the Turkish baths, to relax, but it was women-only day, and Sabah cursed and popped some Panadol painkillers instead. That afternoon, my government minder, a listless young man named Khalid, said that he wanted ...