As we played around on the mat with the severely handicapped children, Saturday morning at the orphanage, Amil and Quar-Quar began a game of rolling over and over away from me, calling “Bye, bye, Peggy!” and then “Hi, Peggy!” as they roll back. Repeating this over and over did not seem to make it any less fun.
From the orphanage, Tom Reiber-Martinez, one of the members of the current CPT delegation, and I hurried out to Karrada St. to hail a taxi to take across town in time for the Seventh Day Adventist worship service. A beat up old car stopped for us, and we got in. A simple, “shlonik?” (“How are you?”) started the conversation.
We learned that our driver spoke fairly good English, as we shared that we were from America, that we wanted peace, not war, and that we wanted to be friends with the Iraqi people. With his eyes glistening, he welcomed us warmly.