Moved to a new guest house is Western Kabul, and it feels much more like a neighborhood. On my first trip from this guesthouse with Mike and Sabira, armed guards were hiding behind the barricades, combat ready.
“Let’s step to one side,” someone said. It turned out to be a drill.
I wander around this neighborhood a little bit on my own, the people in the stores getting to know me.
Friday, August 8, 2008
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