" drag Mr. Karim to the car to look for ice. We drive up one long, dark street after another. We slow down next to pedestrians and ask them, ‘Ice? Ice?’ They look at us blankly. We get out of the car and approach men laying fish out on the sidewalk to dry. ‘Ice?’ Wrapping our arms around our bodies, we mime shivering to get the ice idea across. How do you explain ice? How do you explain shivering to people who can’t even imagine what a cold day feels like? Others come around and watch the spectacle. "

― , Emergency Sex (And Other Desperate Measures): True Stories from a War Zone