It was good I did not go to physical therapy. Something exploded near the ministry of foreign affairs which is on my route to the hospital. The timing was around the time I would have passed. But I slept in this morning. It is not clear whether it was an unfortunate accident (exploding gas canisters) or an IED under (or stuck under) a police car. That car’s driver got hurt but that is all. Amazing, really.
Once again we stayed home all day, except for the two hour Dari class. I have started in my second literacy primer booklet, this one entitled ‘in the middle of the night God is kind.’ It is a very sad story about a woman with a 3 year old boy who lost her husband. They are poor as church mice and cannot afford rent and are perpetually hungry. The pictures are very sad. And then the rich uncle shows up to harass the mother to marry him but she doesn’t want to. I am halfway through the story and I don’t know how it ends (I think it will end well, considering the title).
We had cocktails on the porch while the humidity and heat increased by the minute. June must be the one month when high does not mean dry.
My cocktail was a Ksara arak, which came along with memories of the Beqa’a Valley in Lebanon where the Ksara family has its vineyards. It was a little stronger than I expected so I had a little nap, which turned into a night long nap, interrupted once for dinner.
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