A filthy little village, where the Euphrates joins the Tigris.
Oil seeps through the filthy mud.
Jaundice, fleas, mosquitos. Arabs that hate us, as we despise them. The enervating heat of day, and the bitter cold of night. Foul smelling camels - scorpions that give sport by sprinkling a ring of petrol around them, and watching them bite themselves to death in the blazing arena.