My Time As a “Guest” of the German Bundeswehr in Erbil, Kurdistan
With some time to kill, the German offered me a seat in the hotel cafe where a dozen Bundeswehr soldiers were hanging out. They even gave me an espresso.
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With some time to kill, the German offered me a seat in the hotel cafe where a dozen Bundeswehr soldiers were hanging out. They even gave me an espresso.
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