11.07.2013
Very pleasant holiday…
Great morning. Waking up slowly. Family is around. Everything is great. You can see everybody’s smiles. Great evening too. The beginning of Ramadan, the holy month of Muslims. Meanwhile in Park Palace, we are quite relaxed. My mind is completely calm and neutral. I think of our existence. Currently, we are away from threats I believe. It helps to stabilize my brain.
This is Afghanistan. There are many interesting stories flying around me. So many great stories. Sometimes, I forgot to write them down. Today, I hear a new great story. Amazing story again.
Good music. I don’t know who the singer is. It does not matter. Just a great music.
The sky is fairly blue. Stars are floating to and fro…
In the modest garden, good Mexican food prepared by an Irish friend for the farewell party of a young Russian man. We lit the two big candles. Everything is just as normal as everywhere in the world. The only strange thing is military helicopters’ noises from the sky. Don’t pay attention to this.
Weather is just great. Cool enough to keep our hearts alive and to be grateful of lives.
Gurkhas soldiers walking around inside the compound with their guns, but I hardly hear the noises from their shoes.
We listen to the stories of the people in the party. Not many people would come to Afghanistan. After all, people who come to Afghanistan are not ordinary people. They have special characters I guess. Each of them has the great story to tell. You just have to be a good listener in here.
After all, the night is not spectacular, but great. Nice weather, good food, great music and good stories flying around…
(Afghan Diary)
Very pleasant holiday…
Great morning. Waking up slowly. Family is around. Everything is great. You can see everybody’s smiles. Great evening too. The beginning of Ramadan, the holy month of Muslims. Meanwhile in Park Palace, we are quite relaxed. My mind is completely calm and neutral. I think of our existence. Currently, we are away from threats I believe. It helps to stabilize my brain.
This is Afghanistan. There are many interesting stories flying around me. So many great stories. Sometimes, I forgot to write them down. Today, I hear a new great story. Amazing story again.
Good music. I don’t know who the singer is. It does not matter. Just a great music.
The sky is fairly blue. Stars are floating to and fro…
In the modest garden, good Mexican food prepared by an Irish friend for the farewell party of a young Russian man. We lit the two big candles. Everything is just as normal as everywhere in the world. The only strange thing is military helicopters’ noises from the sky. Don’t pay attention to this.
Weather is just great. Cool enough to keep our hearts alive and to be grateful of lives.
Gurkhas soldiers walking around inside the compound with their guns, but I hardly hear the noises from their shoes.
We listen to the stories of the people in the party. Not many people would come to Afghanistan. After all, people who come to Afghanistan are not ordinary people. They have special characters I guess. Each of them has the great story to tell. You just have to be a good listener in here.
After all, the night is not spectacular, but great. Nice weather, good food, great music and good stories flying around…
(Afghan Diary)
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