.. happened yesterday. Two of the girls (15 and 22) brought me some Tampax and asked what they for. They were pulling them apart and said their Dad had also asked what they were.
Must have been in some kind of donation package. Unfortunately neither my Assyrian, nor their English, was good enough to explain without a physical demonstration, so I had to oblige in a way that I hoped was tasteful. It was very cute (not my demonstration). Apparently they don't exist in Iraq. Oh the innocence of a world without tampons.