Interregnum

I wanted to get Indian with my friend, E, last night, but she couldn't make it because she was at the Syria-Iraq border.

This morning, she briefly touched on her experience.  She was visiting a refugee camp that sits, literally, in between the borders of Iraq and Syria.  There are around 500 or so Palestinians in this year-old refugee camp.  They are living in tents, and only two months ago were electricity and running water installed in this camp.  They fled the violence in Baghdad and had hoped to enter Syria last year but, because of their refugee status, were denied entry.  They had no where to go, so they set up tents between the borders.

Delegations from Chile and Sudan have offered to take in some of the female refugees, rupturing families and leaving young men behind.