Good morning?

On my way to work this morning, I saw a military convoy including at least two tanks approach in the opposite direction. Because of the threat of suicide attacks, there were no cars immediately ahead of or behind it, and my coworkers laughed at that, because it’s such a congested road. Me? As the tanks rolled by the car window, I braced myself, put my head at my knees like you should at a plane crash, and prayed to the god I am quickly starting to believe in.

Seconds later, when I looked up, everything had gone back to normal. There was a man with half a naked cow on the back of his motorcycle, a little girl wearing a light blue towel as a burka (funny how kids everywhere imitate grown-ups), and people carrying water in colorful receptacles. The road was congested again, with buses spewing black smoke and cars honking.

Nonetheless, not battered by 25 years of war, my heart raced all the way to the office.