We are back in Kabul. We left Dubai in the middle of the night and arrived just in time to see the sugar-like dusting on the mountains in the pink and orange glow of the rising sun. It was beautiful in a way that Dubai can never be beautiful.
It was cold, just above freezing, but I was snug in my thick woolen shawl with which I have to cover myself again.
Having missed the entire night we weren’t worth much and took a long nap while the stoves were being lit to take the chill out of our concrete house, shopping done, and dinner prepared, apple pie – welcome home.
Axel had mixed feelings about going back, mostly because of the unclear job situation.
We spent the evening sorting out the bills for our Dubai adventure. As a reward for this painful process (oh the dinner bills!) we watched one episode of the new modern day Sherlock Holmes while I icepacked my knee and wrist, neither one quite as I want them to be. The doctor said ‘wait and see.’ There is no choice. I will keep on taking the anti-inflammatory and anti pain pills in the hope that the chemicals will speed up the recovery process.
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