Inside Iraq, a trip to a safe haven
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Located in the heart of Iraq's relatively tranquil Kurdish region, it's a place where Americans can walk the streets without helmets rather than crouch inside an armored vehicle with weapons at the ready, where the local citizens not only smile, but begin every conversation with "My friend," where U.S. soldiers are greeted with a small cup of hot tea, not incoming mortar shells. -snip-
...Mistah! Shoe shine? Shoe Shine? Mistah! Mistah!"
Like metal filings to a magnet, they surround the Humvees in the parking lot next to the computer store - an ever-expanding pack of street-smart young boys who have learned in the past year that as the American soldiers go, so goes a gold mine of U.S. currency.
... Wherever Spc. Melissa Zadakis, 19, of Mexico goes, a crowd of adoring males follows. By mid-afternoon, she's beginning to look a little dazed.
"It's crazy," she says. "They just all stare at you and they want to touch you and everything."
One young Kurdish woman offered 2,000 Iraqi dinars (about $1.50) just to have her picture taken with Zadakis. A young man, smitten by the blonde woman with the M-16 slung over her shoulder, proposed on the spot.
...there's a sign over the Mazi Mart - still visible through the dust of the departing convoy... It says, "Dream City."
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