In the Shabandar coffee they don't give coffee, no need to do. Although it opened in 1963, Here time is diffuse, like the smoke of the Shishas and when one enters one is not very sure to continue in this century. Mohamed al-Khashali is the owner, An already older man who has turned this corner of Mutanabbi Street in Baghdad into a mausoleum. And 2007 A car bomb killed 4 of your children, whose portraits decorate the entrance of the premises. In this place the conversation arises spontaneous and the Iraqis drink tea while they tell you the atrocious past of their people and still smile at the traveler. A man told me to the Shisha: "No people have such a desire to live as Iraqi".
The old books already announced it: Trump, networks, fake news…
Steinbeck, Peace, Dostoevsky, Pasolini... They already wrote above all this
