Baghdad Buzz: When Your Bank Account's Lighter Than the Weather
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so i’m sitting in this café that smells like cardamom and existential dread, checking my phone like a lifeline to reality. *weather’s being weirdly stable right now - 16°C-ish but feels like 15, which is basically just polite ghosting from the sky. humidity’s at 53%, so it’s that damp-chill thing where your sweat evaporates before you feel accomplished. good for not melting, bad for looking cool. if you’re coming, bring a jacket that’s thinner than your excuses for procrastinating.
“heard from this taxi driver named karim - like, karim with two broken teeth and a dashboard shrine to the prophet - that the al-wasiti theater’s got secret balcony seats for 50 dinars if you know the handshake. said it’s where the real poets go to whisper odes to falafel. might’ve been high on diesel fumes though.”
got to admit, baghdad’s got this vibe where history’s leaning over your shoulder breathing heavily. walked past the mustansiriya school yesterday and felt like i needed to tip my non-existent hat. the stones here have more stories than my ex’s group chat. someone told me the iraqi national museum’s got cuneiform tablets that basically say “your late fees are” and then break off, which is peak ancient humor. check out their tripadvisor page if you’re into relics that judge your life choices.
“overheard two guys arguing in a teahouse about whether the al-shaab stadium’s still haunted by olympic dreams. one swore he saw a ghost practicing hurdles. other said nah, that’s just the after-effects of street meat kebabs. honestly? both sound haunted.”
neighbors are… intense. if you escape the city limits for a hot second, samarra’s like a three-hour Uber ride away with their minaret that looks like a skyward middle finger. and fallujah? only a couple hours by bus if you wanna feel like you’re playing insurgency tourism. not my scene, but hey, different strokes. yelp’s got options if you’re into adrenaline with a side of existential dread.
pro-tip: skip the fancy restaurants. this one hole-in-wall near al-rasheed street serves this masgouf* where the fish’s eyeballs stare into your soul while you eat. costs less than a fancy coffee. also, local boards say friday’s market’s got stolen-bicycle parts that turn into art installations. found a gear shift that now holds my spare change. win.
pressure’s at 1016 hPa, which apparently means weather’s not gonna flip out today. take that forecasters. anyway, gotta go - this café’s wifi’s slower than my life choices. peace out, budget pilgrims.
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