On the way out of the "Green Zone", stopped at several checkpoints, stared at, searched and checked again and again takes quite a while – time enough for some contemplation.
I always wondered why it was called the "Green" Zone rather than the "any other colour" Zone – it had neither any green grass nor any other outstanding greenery – so why "green"?
This "green" is a magical word for us. Being part of a predominantly desert region, "green" hills, "green" pastures… etc. instantly make us visualize Eden-like scenes of lush green grass as far as the sight could reach, lush green trees filled with birds of every kind, wonderfully cool shaded areas of different shades of green … green … green… Woops! I awake from my daydream, the "sniffing" dogs have finished their duty – the vehicles are clear and we're ready to move on.
In the crowd, three British men were talking amongst themselves boisterously, "Didn't I tell you? I was in the Red Zone yesterday, and it was …." My eyes sprung fully open, "Excuse me…", "Yes?", "I heard you say "Red Zone", where is that? I've not heard of a "Red" Zone.", Laughing "It's everywhere except the "Green" Zone! Everything out there!"
Now I know why "green".