PORT-AU-PRINCE (Reuters) - Call it fate, or the luck of the draw, but I'm convinced the thing Americans know as a snowcone or slurpy saved my life when the walls came tumbling down and my home city fell all the way into hell last week.
I had picked up my 7-year-old Jennifer from school and although I was running late because of heavy traffic I gave in when she asked me to stop to buy her one of those syrupy shaved ice treats known in Haiti as a "fresco" before heading back to my office in the Canape Vert district of Port-au-Prince.
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