30

Looking up from the bottom of the apartment block at the end of a long, late visit. Leaving places at midnight is becoming way too frequent at the moment.

Today was 30 years since the Anfal, when Sadam gassed thousands of kurds. Sirens across the city went off at 11. Tomorrow is 30 years since my mum died. I'm always amazed that this happened the day after the Anfal. I never knew at the time how significant that would be (obviously).