The flight

The flight

The same routine of yesterday; passing trough custom, (I was very much relieved to get back my passport back though), getting coffee in the same shop, standing in the same lines ,and finally we were really transferred to the airplane.
In the coffee line I met a Dutch guy. We started to talk and actually came out that he lives also in Utrecht. Amazing! What a small world. We sat in the plane next to each other and talked Dutch, he was working in Afghanistan for a long time, very interesting guy who had traveled and worked in many places in the world. He told me living and working in Afghanistan is HARD! It is the end of the world. We chatted a lot about the political situations, feeling of people, and of course about Iranian politics, Ach! This Ahmadi Nejad name is just pinned to all Iranians forehead! He is so controversial that every body wants to hear from you what you think is in his brain. I wish at least he was just a bit as smart as what, his unbelievable acts, makes people to think he is.
The food was smelly, I didn’t dare to eat. But any way it was less than three hours flight.

Flying over mountains, was breath-taking, so pretty, it was lots of snow. And high, you would feel you can just jump there, no shelter no road, so wild! We were lucky to have a clear sky, so the view was fantastic. When we got to Afghanistan, in a few minutes we got very high altitude, it looked that you are climbing a high slope with your car!. Dutch guy said it is because of security. To avoid rackets from the mountains who might shoot towards airplanes. OH! I felt that when we were making round in Kabul’s sky, to decrease the altitude. The airplane had to go around the city and clime down.

Just a flash back to one of the many talks I had in the trip:
Roles: A (a young military contractor) and me (Maryam)

Me: How long are you going to stay here?
A: Another 6 months or so.
Me: where have you been before?
A: in Iraq, for 6 months
Me: Ouy! Wasn’t it dangerous?
A: it is OK!
Me: did you like it there?
A: no it was really shit! But I love Afghanistan. Here is raw, it is harsh and it is wild!
Me: but now it is getting hard too isn’t it?
A: more danger more money!
Me: Aha, so you work for a bit and then retire?
A: that’s the plan, I need to work for another 6 months or so , then it is 3 years I am in the business.

I was confuse, I loved his honesty, we talked a lot about so many other things, I didn’t dare to ask him how many people has he killed, or if he ever has done. It was weird; he seemed really cool and nice guy. Reminded me of the movie ”Bodyguard”!

And maybe that’s why, that I stuck to him, in case if I need protection.
I was a little sacred of what am I going to encounter. I trusted the people who will come to pick me up. But any how I’ve never met them, or really talked to them. I just arranged all the trips based on trust of who knows whom! And all based on a friend of mine said this to a fiend of yours, and…
I noticed as we were approaching Kabul, and especially in Kabul airport, all the foreigners became totally aware. People weren’t talking that much and the faces became like ice cold, except of military guys. They were there just on job.