The Beginning

It all started when I was in Bagdad many years ago (1986), studying Arabic language at the Al-Mustansiriya University
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On the very first day, as I walked outside of the student dorms... I saw two soldiers – both carrying Kalashikows and holding hands as they walked towards me. This was a complete shock for me.

In my culture, men do not hold hands!

My friend explained to me that they were just good friends and nothing more; in this culture, it was completely okay to do that.

It was this sort of "aha!" moment that helped me realise that what I may assume to be the universal norm, isn't necessarily the norm for everybody.

And so my fascination with cross culture had begun…

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