lost and found

Eyewitness accounts of what happened in Kabul did not take my mind of the deteriorating situation there. The fighting started about 15 minutes before we usually showed up – on Tuesdays – at the entrance to the US compound. I remember how I never liked to have to wait there while security went through its processes to clear us. Yet never did I feel directly threatened – just the idea that it could happen. And then it did.

The last few days have all been about finding things, getting things, returning things, throwing things away and trying to figure out where to put all the stuff, knowing that another 2000 plus pounds is coming my way, hopefully, in the not too distant future.

All my good intentions of continuing my language lessons, reading my students’ papers, looking for jobs, have fallen by the way side in favor of the activities mentioned above.

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