For those of you who still come here, and check out this blog, you have probably figured out that I am no longer in Afghanistan. I stopped putting original material in, because blogging about something that happened in the past started feeling like “telling stories”. And story telling makes real things, especially those real things that are unusual and weird, seem phony; like they happened to someone else, who feels the need to boast and magnify.
But recent events have caused me to reconsider. Several friends have approached me, asking me to keep blogging, even if the stories happened in the past. Some of them want me to keep writing about the things that happened in Afghanistan, whether they are current or not.
It was then that I had an epiphany: For some of the people with me, they consider what we did together to be the high point of their lives. They (and by inference, me) were doing something incredibly weird and special.
So, with your approval, I would like to spend the next few months telling stories; hopefully stories that are interesting, and engage the imagination. As western military forces appear to be ready to withdraw and possibly disengage from Afghanistan, I hope I can remind folks that there is still a large portion of Afghanistan that is peaceful, beautiful and worthy of attention.