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Same Same But Different
But over time, I came to love my work because of the constant opportunity to interview all kinds of people and learn about their work. And in turn, share their success stories. Eventually, it just became natural to me to talk with just about anyone. I had honed my ability to listen and pepper in enough questions that eventually let things evolve into simply—a pleasant conversation.
Three Americans, a Satellite Dish, and a Funeral
Bernd, Nick, and I wandered along this one road village while it was still light out. We were quickly met by a large group of local kids, rather excited to play frisbee with two tall guys from America. I stood by, taking pictures but soon got distracted by a group of people gathered at the doorway to someone’s home not far from where we were. I walked on over to see what was up and peaked through the shoulders of a couple of people.
My Afghan 15 Minutes of Fame
So, without my flak jacket, I was whisked around town in the front passenger seat for a 90-minute tour with three enthusiastic and gracious hosts. We first when to a “safe house’ to see the Buzkashi horses (the Afghan national sport, often likened to polo). We then drove out to the city park and various other spots around this beautiful, pastoral town where there was no visual evidence of a war that was already 8 years old and ongoing. Everywhere we went, my hosts eagerly took photos—me with each of them and then group photos in all combinations, each time snapped into memory with all four of our cameras—mine, and each of theirs.
A New Me in a New World
Soon, we were also introduced to many other international cuisines at the homes of our diverse group of expat neighbors. The variety of people who became our friends and neighbors was so much fun and eye-opening. And I unknowingly came to feel comfortable in a way I had not felt before.