American ambassadors in Arab lands
by Judith Fein
Photo Slide Show by Paul Ross
“What country you from?” two young men shouted at me from the stalls where they sold clothing.
“United States,” I answered.
“America! We love America!” they replied, grinning broadly.
The stalls were in the souk in Aleppo, and Aleppo, which has been inhabited by our species since the llth century B.C., is in northern Syria. Yes, an Arab country. Where cautious Americans are not supposed to go.
In Damascus, the capital, I was picking food from a sumptuous buffet and piling it on my china plate when the restaurant owner approached me.
“Where do you come from?” he asked.
“The United States,” I said. “And it’s my birthday today. This is my celebration.”
“Your birthday? Come with me, please.”
I followed him over to a large, standing, locked glass showcase which displayed jewelry and antiquities. He unlocked the case and withdrew a stone.
“Here, for you,” he said. “It’s a rock from the moon. May you have a wonderful day.”
Judith Fein
