It appears that the two boys have been evacuated with their wives, children and dad, to Germany. I took the news as both good and bad; good because they will get expert trauma care, and bad because it means that the military folks decided their condition was too serious to keep them here.
Life is resuming its regular course. This means the complex work with internal and external clients, preparing a farewell slide show for one of our USAID partners, looking after the young wife of a new colleague who is now at MSH headquarters for his orientation, Dari lessons, and a wedding in exactly one month. I am glad it is not going to be as fancy as Chelsea’s wedding.
At the ministry I noticed a secretary (female) checking out the Clinton wedding pictures on Yahoo. I wondered what she thought about Chelsea’s strapless dress. Seeing it through Afghan eyes it must be a little too revealing. I asked the young woman what she thought of the pictures. She pointed at Hillary and mentioned how beautiful she looked. Imagine that, the mother of the bride as the center of attention. But then again, nothing beats beauty and power.
The colleagues who ventured out to Badakhshan with me returned by road after their Saturday flight was canceled. The road trip was endless and not entirely risk free; they missed three explosions along the way, each time right behind them. But the alternative would have been another two days in Faizabad, till the Monday flight. I am glad that I left when I did as a road trip would have been out of the question for me, as much as I would have preferred it over the one hour flight last Wednesday over high mountains in continuous white-out conditions.
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