Dahr Jamail: Baghdat City of Car Bombs
The thundering blast rocks me awake at 7:05am. The first thing my eyes see are the curtains of my room flowing in, as if a strong wind is blowing into my room.
'Holy shit, they hit the embassy,' I think to myself, 'the blast was so close.'
I leave my windows cracked and curtains drawn for just this reason-while my door was blasted open, splintering the frame where it was locked shut, none of my windows shattered. Aside from small chunks from the ceiling of my room strewn about the floor, I am alright.
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