"...
As with so much in Iraq, it was never meant to be like this. In June
last year, Salam (this much of his name, at least, is real) was a
recently graduated architect, aged 29, living at home with his
parents and brother in Baghdad. His best friend was Raed, 25, a
Palestinian-Jordanian he had met while studying architecture, who was
taking a masters degree in Jordan. Raed was at best an infrequent
email correspondent and so Salam started writing up his news from
home on a weblog, a site on the internet where he could post his
scribblings as often as he liked for his friend to read. He called
it: Where is Raed?
..."
http://www.guardian.co.uk/Iraq/Story/0,2763,966819,00.html
As with so much in Iraq, it was never meant to be like this. In June
last year, Salam (this much of his name, at least, is real) was a
recently graduated architect, aged 29, living at home with his
parents and brother in Baghdad. His best friend was Raed, 25, a
Palestinian-Jordanian he had met while studying architecture, who was
taking a masters degree in Jordan. Raed was at best an infrequent
email correspondent and so Salam started writing up his news from
home on a weblog, a site on the internet where he could post his
scribblings as often as he liked for his friend to read. He called
it: Where is Raed?
..."
http://www.guardian.co.uk/Iraq/Story/0,2763,966819,00.html