Milblogger Teflon Don found one in a coffee shop in Ramadi:
Every night, the Green Beans becomes a refuge of sorts - a place about what Iraq isn't. That worn and dirty deck is a place to sit around and talk about home, play some chess, draw in sketchbooks, or write poetry. In between cups of tea and chai and Indonesian clove cigarettes, there's good natured flirting with the baristas - lovely young ladies from Kyrgyzstan.
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