Nice Bombs

Dream...driving through Iraq at night we stop at a very western gas station but with no pumps. It is the only place open, there is darkness everywhere. There are some Arab men giving us strange looks. Inside there is a little store. We exchange some words and we are off. We continue driving on the road, the only light was from our headlights, illuminating the palm trees as we passed them. Figures in the shadows, driving into a gentle dark haze...

One more night and we leave.