The road to the airport in Kabul was blocked. The old Shah (King Zahir) was leaving the country for God knows what reason.possibly a fishing trip to Portofino as usual. We finally made it a half hour before the flight. Kabul airport was beyond anything you might have seen in a bad Van Dam movie shot in some remote south east country. Utter lack of organization not only from the staff but also the passengers. We Afghans still don't respect personal boundaries, nor wait our turn in line. All this was taking place in crazy heat. It is a dog eat dog world at the door to the so called security. No wonder we had to be searched 10 times in India. We had to put ALL electronic goods in our checked luggage. I was so worried about my very state of the art 2 pounder computer that Mike bought me for my birthday and it was just a few months old. The flight was late leaving Kabul. We made it to Delhi at 6:30 instead of 3:30. Originally we welcomed a bit of delay since we had 6 hours to kill in India. We ended up staying put in The transit lounge until this nice girl from Continental Airlines came to collect our passport and started to work on our boarding passes. We were stuck in our seat at the transit lounge for over 2 hours. Then a nice man came in and took us out of the lounge in order to search our bags. In addition to us three, there was a nice kid that attends high school in Massachusetts and an American lady bringing in a little kid (Zarghoona) from Kabul. The little girl's face and part of her sclap were burned deeply leaving a hole for nose and mouth. She was going to Boston for reconstructive surgery. All of us from the Kabul flight were searched ONE ARTICLE OF CLOTHING AT A TIME. Then again, and again we were searched until we barely made it to the plane. Not a fun experience. One good thing that came out of the bag search.. I took my lovely computer on board with me. Though no iPod. You know. one actually can fly without an iPod. I read my book that Vasyl sent me prior to my departure and learned a thing or two about my country.
What made it all worth going there.
My Cousin Azim's little girl Zoli and his amazing wife Mina, dinner outside at the (Sufa) with my old aunt and his son Rawan's family looking at the view of the mountain, picking figs from the tree in their yard, the kids in Mermon childen center and having lunch with the very hard working ladies in my project and revisiting my cousins Abdullah and Mustafa who are the sweetest boys in the world. Seeing Nazir's kids, which I love as if they are mine since his death over a decade ago. All and all, one cannot find the type of people you find IN Afghanistan. As soon as we leave our borders, something changes in us. Words cannot tell the human experience one gets in Afghanistan. It is PURE MAGIC!!!!