Three men waited.
The streets of Karrada were a held breath. Shops were iron coffins. The only movement was a stray dog with one eye, sniffing a pile of shattered glass from a lamp post that had been a checkpoint last week. Sami stepped over it, his sandals whispering. middle east special
But tonight, for the first time, Sami decided the special would be his own story. And he would tell it loud enough to wake the dead. Three men waited