NineDecember 2011,
The border between Iraq and Iran
The nameless Iraqi woman, who lost her husband and was r***d and beaten severely by 'peacemakers', sat on the hot sand staring at the barbed iron fence marking the border between the two brother countries – Iraq and Iran. Her uncle stood up next to her. He looked down at her with a grim face and lit a cigarette.
About ten feet away from them three jeeps were parked. A dozen Arabs, armed with American machineguns secured the perimeter, while three slim very tall men in white robes examined the golden vase carefully, which the poor woman was brutally r***d and beaten for. None of the men spoke they were just passing the precious object to each other and trying to determine the figures on all sides. Bearded faces, jet-black eyes and hair
