I am reading Antony and Cleopatra and am struck by the similarities between Afghanistan now and Rome of that time. They say that those who don’t study history will be condemned to repeat it. Afghans would only have to look at Berlusconi to be horrified about what all these wars produced a few thousand years later.
Last week’s crisis seems to have resolved itself with a recognition of the existence of, respectively one’s shadow, reptilian brain, or an overdose of stress, depending on how one looks at it. The reptilian brain language is mine, by the way.
Today felt like I was entering the rapids, and the rest of the week will remain that way. Still hoping to join the trip to Egypt (though no sign of my visa-stamped passport yet), we are squishing much activity in this week which, for government officials is nearly at the halfway point. There are all sorts of team missioning, visioning and/or planning events that I had hoped for since I arrived here and suddenly they all happen in the same few days.
The opening (or not) of the parliament later this week leaves us with much uncertainty about whether we can even move around at all on Wednesday as the parliament is in our neighborhood, just down the street. We are waiting with baited breath. Will it be calm, will there be demonstrations? Will the cauldron boil over?
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