May 2019, somewhere in central Iraq. A main street from the safety of the car.
This is a continuation from the last post. This is the town on one bank of the Tigris River, where we started/ended our boat ride.
It was shuttered shop fronts and bullet riddled walls. Barbed wire and blast walls. Crumbled edges and rogue rebar.
It was one of the last to be liberated from ISIS, and signs of destruction are everywhere still.
People still live here. Humanity persists, for all of its reasons.
charlene winfred 