Saturday, August 23, 2003


Festival of the moon I was awakened at about 4am by the sound of an explosion on the TV which I had left on when I fell asleep. It was a repeat newscast of the bombing of the UN headquarters in Baghdad. I was a little disturbed by the story of how the UN special envoy had died a few hours after being trapped in the rubble. And so I went to the dining room to cut myself a slice of mooncake.