One of our drivers finally came back to work after an absence of 3 days. We have two local drivers and they rotate shifts, one called lets say Hashish (he’s always high) comes during the week and the other Purple (I’m sure that’s how sees life) comes over during the week-end.
In the Middle East, the week-end starts on Thursdays and ends on Saturdays. It can take a while to get accustomed, but somehow it starts to make sense when living in this region.
Anyways, Hashish was there on Wednesday when we were under attack and panicked believing our camp was killing – well all Afghans. Not true.
I asked him today if he went out protesting with the masses and he said, ”of course I am one of them. I was also shouting death to America!” Why am I not surprised.
He went to pray and then followed the…
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