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Wilfred Thesiger was born in Addis Ababa in and educated at Eton and Oxford. Though British, he was repulsed by the softness and rigidity of Western life. VERSTEHEN/EINFÜHLEN IN ARABIAN SANDS Wilfred Thesiger as Traveler and Anthropologist Marielle Risse Dhofar University Abstract Using Geertz's. Get this from a library! Arabian sands.. [Wilfred Thesiger] -- Story of five years of travel with the nomad Arabs in the unknown deserts of Southern Arabia.


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I stayed in the Emirates for twelve days and I was deeply moved by the warmth of the welcome and the overwhelming hospitality I received in Abu Dhabi, Al Ain, Dubai and Sharjah.

Had I done so, I should have kept fuller notes which now would have both helped and hindered me. Seven years after leaving Arabia I showed some photographs I had taken to Graham Watson and he strongly urged me to write a book about the desert. This I refused to do. I realized that it would involve me in much hard work, and I did not wish to settle down in Europe for a couple of years when I could be travelling in countries that interested me.

The following day Graham Watson came to see me again, and this time he brought Mark Longman with him. Now that I have finished it I am grateful to them, for the effort to remember every detail has brought back vividly into my mind the Bedu amongst whom I travelled, and the vast empty land across which I rode on camels for ten thousand miles.

I went to Southern Arabia only just in time. Others will go there to study geology and archaeology, the birds and plants and animals, even to study the Arabs themselves, but they will move about in cars and will keep in touch with the outside world by wireless. They will bring back results far more interesting than mine, but they will never know the spirit of the land nor the greatness of the Arabs.

If anyone goes there now looking for the life I led they will not find it, for technicians have been there since, prospecting for oil. Today the desert where I travelled is scarred with the tracks of lorries and littered with discarded junk imported from Europe and America. While I was with them they had no thought of a world other than their own.

They were not ignorant savages; on the contrary, they were the lineal heirs of a very ancient civilization, who found within the framework of their society the personal freedom and self-discipline for which they craved. Now they are being driven out of the desert into towns where the qualities which once gave them mastery are no longer sufficient.

Forces as uncontrollable as the droughts which so often killed them in the past have destroyed the economy of their lives. N o w it is not death but degradation which faces them. Since leaving Arabia I have travelled among the Karakoram and the Hindu Kush, the mountains of Kurdistan and the marshlands of Iraq, drawn always to remote places where cars cannot penetrate and where something of the old ways survive.

I have seen some of the most magnificent scenery in the world and I have lived among tribes who are interesting and little known. None of these places has moved me as did the deserts of Arabia.

Tribesmen who had migrated from Arabia to Egypt and elsewhere, and still lived as nomads, were spoken of as Arabs, whereas others who had become cultivators or townsmen were not. It is in this older sense that I use the word Arab, and not in the sense that the word has acquired recently with the growth of Arab Nationalism, when anyone who speaks Arabic as his mother-tongue is referred to, regardless of his origin, as an Arab.

The Bedu are the nomadic camel-breeding tribes of the Arabian desert. In English they are usually called Beduin, a double plural which they themselves seldom use. I prefer Bedu and have used this word throughout the book. In Arabic, Bedu is plural and Bedui singular, but, for the sake of simplicity, I have used Bedu for both singular and plural. So as not to confuse the reader, I have done the same Foreword 13 with the names of the tribes: Rashid, singular Rashdi; and Awamir, singular Amari.

I have used as few Arabic words as possible. Most of the plants mentioned in the book have no English name and I have called them by their local names in preference to the Latin equivalents; for most people, ghaf is easier to remember than Prosopis spicigera, and as intelligible. At the end of the book is a list of the Arabic and scientific names of all the plants mentioned. Inevitably, this book contains many names which will sound strange to anyone unfamiliar with Arabia.

The maps were specially drawn by K. Jordan, and I am grateful to him for all the care and trouble he has taken. He compiled the large one from those drawn by the Royal Geographical Society from my traverses in Arabia, and used some information derived from Thomas and Philby.

I decided not to correct or amplify this map from work done since I left Arabia. I have tried to simplify as much as possible and have consequently left out the letter ' Ain, usually represented by '. Only I know what my mother's interest and encouragement have meant to me. In writing this book I owe a great debt of gratitude to Val ffrench Blake.

He read the first chapter as soon as it was written, and since then has read the whole typescript, not once, but many times. My brother Roderic has also read the text with the greatest care and patience and offered many valuable suggestions. To John Verney and Graham Watson I also owe much: John Verney for invaluable advice, and Graham Watson for his faith in the outcome of the task on which he launched me.

Thomson of the Permanent Committee on Geographical Names was kind enough to check and approve the spelling of the Arabic names. I am most thankful to him for doing so. Although it would be pointless to thank them in a book which none of them will ever read, it will be obvious that I owe everything to the Bedu who went with me.

Without their help, I could never have travelled in the Empty Quarter. Their comradeship gave me the five happiest years of my life. Prologue A cloud gathers, the rain falls, men live; the cloud disperses without rain, and men and animals die. It is a bitter, desiccated land which knows nothing of gentleness or ease. Yet men have lived there since earliest times. Elsewhere the winds wipe out their footprints.

Men live there because it is the world into which they were born; the life they lead is the life their forefathers led before them; they accept hardships and privations; they know no other way. Lawrence wrote in Seven Pillars of Wisdom, 'Bedouin ways were hard, even for those brought up in them and for strangers terrible: a death in life. For this cruel land can cast a spell which no temperate clime can match.

Abyssinia and the Sudan A childhood in Abyssinia is followed by a journey in the Danakil country and service in the Sudan. The opportunity to travel into the Empty Quarter of Arabia comes from a wartime meeting with the head of the Middle East Locust Control. I first realized the hold the desert had upon me when travelling in the Hajaz mountains in the summer of A few months earlier I had been down on the edge of the Empty Quarter.

For a while I had lived with the Bedu a hard and merciless life, during which I was always hungry and usually thirsty. My companions had been accustomed to this life since birth, but I had been racked by the weariness of long marches through wind-whipped dunes, or across plains where monotony was emphasized by the mirages shimmering through the heat. There was always the fear of raiding parties to keep us alert and tense, even when we were dazed by lack of sleep.

Always our rifles were in our hands and our eyes searching the horizon. Hunger, thirst, heat, and cold: I had tasted them in full during those six months, and had endured the strain of living among an alien people who made no allowance for weakness. Often, in weariness of body and spirit, I had longed to get away. Now, in the Assir, I was standing on a mountain-side forested with wild olives and junipers.

A stream tumbled down the slope ; its water, ice-cold at 9, feet, was in welcome contrast with the scanty, bitter water of the sands. There were wild flowers: jasmine and honeysuckle, wild roses, pinks and primulas.

There were terraced fields of wheat and barley, vines, and plots of vegetables. Far below me a yellow haze hid the desert to the east. But I knew instinctively that it was the very hardness of life in the desert which drew me back there it was the same pull which takes men back to the polar ice, to high mountains, and to the sea.

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To return to the Empty Quarter would be to answer a challenge, and to remain there for long would be to test myself to the limit. Much of it was unexplored. It was one of the very few places left where I could satisfy an urge to go where others had not been. The circumstances of my life had so trained me that I was qualified to travel there. The Empty Quarter offered me the chance to win distinction as a traveller; but I believed that it could give me more than this, that in those empty wastes I could find the peace that comes with solitude, and, among the Bedu, comradeship in a hostile world.

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Many who venture into dangerous places have found this comradeship among members of their own race; a few find it more easily among people from other lands, the very differences which separate them binding them ever more closely.

I found it among the Bedu. I have often looked back into my childhood for a clue to this perverse necessity which drives me from my own land to the deserts of the East. It was an unusual childhood. My father was British Minister in Addis Ababa, and I was born there in in one of the mud huts which in those days housed the Legation.

When I returned to England I had already witnessed sights such as few people had ever seen.

I had watched the priests dancing at Timkat before the Ark of the Covenant to the muffled throbbing of their silver drums; I had watched the hierarchy Abyssinia and the Sudan 19 of the Ethiopian Church, magnificent in their many-coloured vestments, blessing the waters.

I had seen the armies going forth to fight in the Great Rebellion of For days they passed across the plain in front of the Legation. I had heard the wailing when Ras Lul Seged's army was wiped out trying to check Negus Michail's advance, and had witnessed the wild rejoicing which proclaimed the final victory.

I had seen the triumphant return after the battle of Sagale, where the armies of the North and the South had been locked throughout an entire day in desperate hand-to-hand fighting, only fifty miles to the north of Addis Ababa. The simple fighting men were dressed in white, but the chiefs wore their full panoply of war, lion'smane head-dresses, brilliant velvet cloaks stiff with silver and golden ornaments, long silk robes of many colours, and great curved swords.

All carried shields, some embossed with silver or gilt, and many carried rifles. The Zulu impis parading before Chaka, or the dervishes drawn up to give battle in front of Omdurman, can have appeared no more barbaric than this frenzied tide of men which surged past the royal pavilion throughout the day, to the thunder of the war-drums and the blare of war-horns.

This was no ceremonial review. These men had just returned after fighting desperately for their lives, and they were still wild with the excitement of those frantic hours. The blood on the clothes which they had stripped from the dead and draped round their horses was barely dry. They came past in waves, horsemen half concealed in dust and a great press of footmen.

Screaming out their deeds of valour and brandishing their weapons, they came right up to the steps of the throne, whence the Court chamberlains beat them back with long wands. Above them, among glinting spear points, countless banners dipped and danced. I can remember one small boy who seemed little older than myself being carried past in triumph. He had killed two men. I can remember Negus Michail, the King of the North, being led past in chains with a stone upon his shoulder in token of submission, an old man in a plain black burnous, with his head wrapped in a white rag.

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The most moving moment of that wildly exciting day was 20 Arabian Sands when the drums suddenly stopped and in utter silence a few hundred men in torn, white, everyday clothes came slowly down the long avenue of waiting troops, led by a young boy.

It was Ras Lul Seged's son bringing in the remnants of his father's army, which had gone into battle five thousand strong. It is not surprising that I dreamt of Africa during the years I was at school. During sermons in chapel I could picture again the scenes of my childhood, conjure up the mountains that had ringed my horizon, Zuquala, Fantali, Wuchacha, Furi, and Managasha.

Until I went to school I had hardly seen a European child other than my brothers. I found myself in a hostile and incomprehensible world. I was ignorant of the rigid conventions to which schoolboys conform and I suffered in consequence. I spoke of things which I had seen and done and was promptly called a liar. I felt little confidence in my ability to compete with my contemporaries and was often lonely.

Fortunately I went on to Eton, for which I acquired a deep and lasting affection. I returned to Abyssinia when I was twenty. Haile Selassie had never forgotten that during the critical days of the Great Rebellion my father had sheltered his infant son, the present Crown Prince, in the Legation. He sent me, as my father's eldest son, a personal invitation to attend his coronation, and I went out to Ethiopia attached to the Duke of Gloucester's mission.

We landed at Jibuti. I do not think I have ever felt so intoxicatedly happy as I did that night in the train on my way to Addis Ababa. When I arrived back at the Legation more than half my life simply vanished from my mind. It needed an effort to remember even the immediate past. Crowned, robed, and anointed, he showed himself to his people, another king in the long line that claimed descent from Solomon and Sheba.

I saw again the shields and brilliant robes which I remembered from my childhood. But the outside world had intruded and the writing was on the wall. Already there were a few cars in the streets, harbingers of change. There were journalists, who forced themselves forward to photograph the Emperor on his throne and the priests as they danced. I was thrust aside by one of them who s h o u t e d 'Make room for the Eyes and Ears of the World.

I had brought a rifle out with me. This conversation turned my thoughts to the Danakil country, where the people were head-hunters who collected testicles instead of heads. I was expected back at Oxford in six weeks' time, but could at least get down to the edge of this country and have a look at it. Helped by Colonel Sandford, an old family friend, I collected my caravan.

Just as I was ready to start, Sir Sydney Barton, the British Minister, said that he was unhappy about my travelling by myself in this completely unadministered and dangerous area, and suggested that, instead, I should join a shooting trip which 22 Arabian Sands he was arranging.

I was grateful to him for this offer, but I knew that acceptance meant turning my back for ever on the realization of my boyhood dreams, and that then I should have failed even before I had started. I tried fumblingly to explain what was at stake; how I must go down there alone and get the experience which I required. He understood at once and wished me well, and added as I left the room, 'Take care of yourself. It would be awkward if you got yourself cut up by the Danakil immediately after the coronation.

It would rather spoil the effect of it all. For a month I travelled in an arid hostile land. I was alone; there was no one whom I could consult; if I met with trouble from the tribes I could get no help; if I were sick there was no one to doctor me.

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Men trusted me and obeyed my orders; I was responsible for their safety. This was the most decisive month in my life. I could feel once more the sun scorching through my shirt; the chill of the early dawn. I could taste camels' urine in water. I could hear my Somalis singing round the camp-fire; the roaring of the camels as they were loaded. I was determined to go Abyssinia and the Sudan 23 back and to discover what happened to the Awash river; but it was the attraction of the unknown rather than any love of deserts which was luring me back.

I still thought that my heart was in the Abyssinian highlands; and, certainly, if there had remained any unknown country there I should have chosen them in preference to the desert. We camped high on mountain-tops, where the 24 Arabian Sands slopes around us were covered with giant heath, or higher still among giant lobelias where clouds formed and re-formed, allowing only glimpses of the Rift Valley seven thousand feet below. We travelled for days through forests, where black and white colobus monkeys played in the lichen-covered trees, and rode across the rolling plains near the head-waters of the Webbi Shibeli.

We passed through some of the finest mountain scenery in Abyssinia. Then we dropped off the Chercher mountains to the desert's edge. Breaths of warm air played round us and rustled the dry leaves on the acacia bushes, and that night my Somali servants brought me a bowl of camel's milk from a nomad encampment near by.

I was filled with a great contentment. The desert had already claimed me, though I did not know it yet.

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The Danakil desert lies between the Ethiopian plateau and the Red Sea, north of the railway line connecting Addis Ababa with Jibuti on the coast. It was a grim land with a grim reputation. Somewhere in this country towards the end of the last century the three expeditions of Munzinger, Giulietti, and Bianchi had been exterminated. Nesbitt and two companions had crossed it from south to north in They were the first Europeans to return alive from the interior of the Danakil country, but three of their servants were murdered.

Nesbitt later described this remarkable journey in his book Desert and Forest. The Danakil are a nomadic people akin to the Somalis.

They own camels, sheep, goats, and cattle, and the richer tribes have some horses which they keep for raiding.

They are nominally Muslims. Among them a man's standing depended to a very large extent on his reputation as a warrior, which was judged by the number of men he had killed and mutilated. There was no need to kill another man in fair fight; all that was required to establish a reputation was to collect the necessary number of severed genitals. Each kill entitled the warrior to wear some distinctive ornament, an ostrich feather or comb in his hair, an ear-ring, bracelet, or coloured loin-cloth.

It was possible Abyssinia and the Sudan 25 to tell at a glance how many men anyone had killed. These people buried their dead in tumuli, and erected memorials, resembling small stone pens, to the most famous, placing a line of upright stones in front of each memorial, one stone to commemorate each victim.

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The country was full of these sinister memorials, some of them with as many as twenty stones. I found it disconcerting to be stared at by a Danakil, feeling that he was probably assessing my value as a trophy, rather as I should study a herd of oryx in order to pick out the animal with the longest horns.

As he was too ill to accompany me into the Danakil country, I left the Awash station without him on 1 December with forty Abyssinians and Somalis, all armed with rifles. We obviously could not force our way through the country ahead of us, but I hoped that we should appear too strong a force to be a tempting prey.

We had eighteen camels to carry our provisions.

As I planned to follow the river, I did not expect to be short of water. We started as quickly as possible since I heard that the Ethiopian Government intended to forbid my departure. A fortnight later we were on the edge of Bahdu district, where the country was very disturbed; the village in which we stopped had been raided two days before and several people killed.

The Danakil are divided into two groups, the Assaaimara and the Adaaimara. The Assaaimara, who are by far the more powerful, inhabit Bahdu and Aussa, and all the tribes through whom we had passed were terrified of the Bahdu warriors.

The Adaaimara warned us that we should have no hope of escaping massacre if we entered Bahdu, which was guarded from the south by a pass between a low escarpment and some marshes. This we picketed at dawn and were through it before the Assaaimara were aware of our movements. We then halted and, using the loads and camelsaddles, quickly built a small perimeter round our camp, which was protected on one side by the river. We were soon surrounded by crowds of excited Danakils, all armed - most of them with rifles.

Two Greeks and their servants had been massacred here three years before. Expecting an attack we 26 Arabian Sands stood-to at dawn. Everything seemed to be satisfactorily arranged, when just before sunset a letter arrived from the government.

It had been passed on from one chief to another until it reached us. The letter was written in Amharic, and I had to have it translated, so there was no possibility of concealing its contents. It ordered me to return at once, since fighting had broken out among the tribes, and emphasized that in no circumstances must I try to enter Bahdu - the very place where I now was. Half my men insisted that they were going back, the others agreed to leave the decision to me.

I knew that if I ignored this order and continued my journey with a reduced party we should be attacked and wiped out. I realized that I must return, but it was bitter to have my plans wrecked, especially when we had successfully entered Bahdu, and by so doing had overcome the first great difficulty in our way. Clapp and Zarins have written about the archeological discoveries in Dhofar. In , Ali Ahmed Al-Shehri—a native of the Dhofar region—has published sev- eral essays about pre-modern grave sites and cave paintings.

The war and scientific writing is, as with pre-modern travel writing, focused on Verste- hen but now for the benefit of knowledge in general, not simply British imperial concerns.

There is a sense of lawlessness [with the Bedu of Sharqiyah] … this anar- chy gives one a sense of freedom and of a being without constraint. In Jun- gian terms their primitive psyche remains intact, that primeval power and urge that makes the Bedu so strong, so essential, individual, intu- itive and spontaneous and above all it makes him so vital and impossi- ble to control or rein in.

This makes him the free spirit that down deep we all want to be. Allen Most of the anthropological research done in Oman has been in the north. Women in Oman Similar examples can be found in many countries, such as Hadramawt, Egypt, and Morocco.

The shrines he men- tions are still kept up and visited; the food he describes is still cooked in the same manner for Eids; the dances are still performed and the book makes clear the continuing preference of Omani men for working in the army. It is harder to understand how The- siger, as an outsider, also managed to display both understanding and empa- thy.

Thesiger also had an ability to reflect on the why he traveled and what the possible effect of his travels would be: I did not go to the Arabian desert to collect plants nor make a map: At heart I knew that to write or even talk of my travels was to tarnish the achievement.

I went there to find peace in the hardship of desert travel and the company of desert people I felt instinctively that it was better to fail on Everest with- out oxygen than attain the summit with its use. If climbers used oxygen, why should they not have their supplies dropped to them from aero- planes, or landed by helicopter? Here especially it seemed that the evil that comes with sudden change would far out- weigh the good. While I was with the Arabs I wished only to live as they lived and, now that I have left them, I would gladly think that nothing in their lives was altered by my coming.

Regretfully, however, I realize that the maps I made helped others, with more material aims, to visit and corrupt a people whose sprit once lit the desert like a flame. In his obituary, Maitland Thesiger praises Thomas by highlighting the people, not the place: It is his Verstehen, the ability to explain the different cul- tural features he encountered in a way that makes sense to readers, few of whom have ever been to this part of the world, which makes his book both a classic and valuable text.

A good anthropologist explains not just the surface appearance of the culture, but the bedrock structure that changes slowly if at all.

Southern Omanis I know from my academic life, friends, and my colleagues all male in my research group are fluent in modern technology; they have university degrees, work in the mechanical and computer engineering fields, and travel widely. It is often mentioned that while camping someone should not relieve himself under a tree where someone might sit for shade or on a path. I have heard people swear on the divorce oath. Even the remarks I found hard to believe or disliked have come true.

We will go where you go. When I first read this, it seemed a fan- tastic, wildly romantic overstatement. These were older, married, educated Gibali men and they certainly did not mean that I had any control of their lives, but in the specific point of traveling on a certain day they were happy to leave the choice of destination up to me.

Then I went camping with a group of Westerners. As usual, I pulled out a sleep- ing pad, pillow, blanket, knapsack with clothes, small bag of food, a small cooler, and set up in about ten minutes.

One of the man took over an hour to erect a mini-Waldorf Astoria complete with three mats, dining table, chairs, food prep table, stove, two mattresses, sheets, blanket, and bed cover. When he pulled out a small box full of condiments, three kinds of ketchup, three kinds of mustard, brown sauce, soy sauce, and so on, I had to stifle a groan. This is not the underlying assumption among Bedu and Gibalis. If a brother, cousin, or close friend has X, then access to X is assumed.

This can be a little shocking from a Western point of view. Cars could be borrowed for weeks or months.

The only two items I found that had to be returned quickly were a khanjar traditional dagger and guns that were borrowed to attend wedding parties. What is refreshing about Thesiger is he makes it clear that this cultural necessity was grating: Twice Thesiger complains about bin Kabina giving away his clothes because someone has asked for them.

When, at the end of the book, Thesiger [] He saw, recorded, and reacted to their generosity. Thesiger shows the unrelenting requests he was subjected to and the inability of the Bedu to refuse a request even if they did not want to agree. During his first crossing, he accepts milk from camel herders in the desert: Thesiger was clearly on the side of liv- ing and describing events from the local point of view: The simplest way to check if this common sense has been applied is to give the finished work to members of the culture and ask them to comment.

Gibali and Bedu cultures are seen as quite similar by outsiders; both communities place a great deal of emphasis on courtesy to guests, self-control, and self-reliance. Thus, although my informants were not from the tribes described by Thesiger, they are culturally close enough to the culture to tell if his descriptions are correct. Their first reaction was straightforward and positive: No one I have talked to believes he was traveling because of locusts.

Thesiger, like T. The men I spoke to about the book were ready to believe that was true of the Bedu, but not of Thesiger himself. To most Westerners, especially Westerners I have talked to in Salalah, modernization is only positive. In discussing the changes in Oman8 over the past forty years, informants have told me that life is much better, but they are also reconstructing a more traditional way of life.

One man with a technical job decided to start sleeping outside for months at a time. He would camp, wash himself in one of the open showering rooms9 and then go to work, which involved communicating with satellites.

Another man, whose father practices transhumance taking care of camels, has an older brother who, after a successful career, now assists the father. Thesiger is one of the few writers about southern Oman who has managed to manifest an appreciation of and respect for the local population, as well as convey their beliefs and habits accurately.

Acknowledgments I want to thank my Omani informants, who prefer to remain unnamed, for their insights, expertise, and time. In the spirit of T. Lawrence, Wilfred Thesiger spent five years wandering the deserts of Arabia, producing Arabian Sands , 'a memorial to a vanished past, a tribute to a once magnificent people'.

The Penguin Classics edition includes an introduction by Rory Stewart. Wilfred Thesiger, repulsed by what he saw as the softness and rigidity of Western life - 'the machines, the calling cards, the meticulously aligned streets' - spent years exploring in and around the vast, waterless desert that is the 'Empty Quarter' of Arabia. Travelling amongst the Bedu people, he experienced their everyday challenges of hunger and thirst, the trials of long marches beneath the relentless sun, the bitterly cold nights and the constant danger of death if it was discovered he was a Christian 'infidel'.

He was the first European to visit most of the region, and just before he left the area the process that would change it forever had begun - the discovery of oil.

This edition contains an introduction by Rory Stewart discussing the dangers of Thesiger's travels, his unconventional personality and his insights into the Bedouin way of life. Thesiger is best known for two travel books: Arabian Sands , which recounts his travels in the Empty Quarter of Arabia between and and describes the vanishing way of life of the Bedouins, and The Marsh Arabs , an account of the traditional peoples who lived in the marshlands of southern Iraq.

If you enjoyed Arabian Sands , you might like T. His book about the walk, The Places In Between , was a critically applauded account of his experiences in Afghanistan. His second book, The Prince of the Marshes: And Other Occupational Hazards of a Year in Iraq , outlines his experiences as deputy governor of the Iraqi province of Maysan and Senior Advisor in the city of Nasiriyah shortly after coalition forces entered Iraq and describes his struggles to establish a functional government in these regions.

Stewart has been awarded the OBE. Stewart currently lives in Kabul, Afghanistan. For the latest books, recommendations, offers and more.It is a bitter, desiccated land which knows nothing of gentleness or ease….. New York: Columbia University Press. I had found, too, a comradeship inherent in the circumstances, and the belief that tranquillity was to be found there.

Jeapes, Tony. To these tribesmen security can be bought too dearly by the loss of individual freedom. It was his refusal to guarantee my safety while in Bahdu which had led to my recall. H e w a s painfully aware o f h o w different they were, h o w difficult to understand and h o w often exoticised or misrepresented.

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