From Washington Post
By Terry McCarthy

Abu Taha, a portly, smiling man with two young children, lives a couple of blocks from our house in Baghdad. I arrived here to cover the war for ABC News last July, and one of the few pleasures I have found is sitting with him on his flat roof, where he keeps pigeons in a series of coops. In the evening, as the sun glows orange on the buildings, he releases them, and they fly wide spirals over the neighborhood, circling the dome of a mosque, ducking below a brace of Black Hawk helicopters headed for the Green Zone, soaring up over the Tigris River before returning for the handful of seeds that he throws down for them. Nowhere else but here, Abu Taha says, does he feel at peace, putting out of his mind the explosions, gunfire and rocket attacks that shake Baghdad. His birds fly free over the deadly streets of this city, unhindered by checkpoints, traffic jams, angry young men with guns and explosives. Only birds can go where they like in Baghdad these days.

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