The ordinary becomes magic in Iraq

Last night I went out for supper. One of the most ordinary acts we can do. But it was the first time I'd ever done it in Iraq. Last year Leila Fadel, the McClatchy bureau chief, Hussein, a reporter, and I were on the verge of venturing up the street outside the guarded compound where the bureau is to an ice cream shop. We'd talked about the security situation and decided that since several Iraqis and a few foreigners they knew had already gone there, we'd give it a shot. A couple nights