“The human becomes half a human when you lose a leg,” says Khalid Hassan, easing into a plastic lawn chair in the doorway of his carpentry workshop in Choman, near the Iranian border.
Like so many in this small town high in the Zagros Mountains, Khalid lost a leg treading on one of the hundreds of thousands of landmines and mortar shells that litter the Iran-Iraq border – remnants of a war that ended exactly 30 years ago.
“All of my weight is on that leg. The joints get dislocated during movement. My joints don’t settle on the ground. I am tired the whole time. The whole time,” he says.