It was a busy day for being a rest day. Axel went to cheer driver Fazle’s soccer team (they won), Steve went to pay his debts on Chicken Street and I focused on organizing our January trip to Holland and then India. Most of the reservations are made now – we have the tickets to Holland and back and the rental car. For the Indian segment of our trip I spent hours checking possible places to stay until Mr. Manodj from Delhi presented me with a pricey but enticing tour of Delhi, Jaipur and Agra in our brief vacation post-Holland.
In the evening we all met up at the French lycee for an evening of traditional music from the north of Afghanistan (Door Mohammad Keshmi) and the south (Zarsanga), the former singing in Dari and the latter in Pashto. At the end the two singers came together to improvise across language and political boundaries. The crowd went wild – music is indeed a universal language, masking rivalries and other unpleasantness. These are moments when we all wonder, why can’t everybody get along like the musicians did?
On the way home we stopped for a late dinner of street-side kebabs and fries. It was a festival of salt and grease (therefore very yummy). Axel is now sitting up straight waiting for the heartburn to set in and planning to stay upright for a couple more hours while the rest of us go to bed.
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