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Microbes unite!
The depression hits me on a warm and humid Bangkok evening. I am just through with dinner in the city's crowded Sukhumvit business district, my head full of the war on Iraq, and I spot these people – people with masks on their faces.
A couple of weeks ago anybody with a cloth covering his or her face in this city would have been branded a jihadi, a possible Arab/Muslim/dark-skinned/dark-intentioned 'terrorist'. The city had been on alert well before the war on Iraq started to prevent 'Arab looking' people from doing bad things – for eg, looking Arab. Just around the time of the Anglo-American attack on Iraq, if an 'Arab' had been seen behind a mask in Bangkok the entire city would have been evacuated.