BASRA, Iraq, Aug. 11 -- Sabah Khairallah drove his rickety white Toyota Crown to a gas station in downtown Basra at 8 a.m. The line, two cars wide, already stretched a mile. Ten hours later, as dusk broke the summer heat, he was still waiting.
He had left shuttered his shop, which sold nets to fishermen plying the Shatt al Arab that flows through Basra. The night before, he recounted, he had spent another sleepless night in a sweltering apartment without electricity, buffeted by a humid wind blowing off the Persian Gulf. At one point, in desperation, he started his car, turned on its air conditioner and put his son inside to sleep....
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