Survey results are in! Thanks to so many for participating! I thought you might want to know the outcome!
Yep, it’s goats and AKs from Peshawar.
Thanks to all who participated! Percentages of the top six qualifiers are below:
|One does not normally relish a cargo shipment from Peshawar, unless one is an unabashed fan of relic AK-47s, goat meat, or dust.
|During the long nights of interrogations, the rousing from sleep which I might have called “torture” before I felt I deserved it, this part of the story would dribble out of me, over and over, the same moment lodged in my conscience like a misspent arrow.
|I hoped Abdul wouldn’t take it personally, but no one wants to share a cell with a sweaty Sudanese man in a stained tunic who smells alarmingly of goat and would take capital-A advantage of me, given half a chance.
|I mostly got ethnic parts because of my looks: dark hair, olive skin, eyebrows with actual depth – though I personally felt about as Palestinian as Yitzhak Rabin.
|I could no more imagine myself spying in Her Majesty’s Secret Service than I could drinking Tang in the space station: I’m ordinary
|By the time we left the pub, El Moro was Miguel’s new nickname, because of his looks and his comic-book indestructibility, and because, hell, we had to call him something.