Kabul as portrayed in a photograph from Wikipedia's creative commons collection
A huge blast shook the building, waking us both in the early morning hours.
At first I thought it was an earthquake, then realized it was a bomb attack.
The sounds of nearby machine gun fire soon followed and my lover, CB, jumped out of bed to look out the window. I quickly told her to get down and get out of the room with me as the windows faced the street and the sounds of the attack.
Bullets could go through the window at any moment. Shaking with fear we called our security officer for details and advice.
A week later, we’re having a divine lunch at the exclusive Kabul Serena hotel. The buffet is scrumptious, with tempera, sushi, freshly made omelets, mains of beef lamb, chicken, and a table full of delicious deserts. Obsequious waiters in local costumes cater to our very need as we leisurely dine and read our books over the course of our three-hour repast.
Such are the extremes of living and working in Kabul.
There’s always a bit of anxiety when going out in Kabul.
