Reblogged from Mary Smith’s Place:
The next two days were chaotic as I packed what I thought I’d need on the journey and said goodbye to Jon who was heading for Pakistan. As my journey was to have a very early start from the Qolijou hospital, I spent my last evening there. Khudadad, one of the two drivers at the hospital (the other being Moh’dullah, my escort from Pakistan) was to accompany me on the journey north, organising transport for after Sayed left us.
Sayed and his crew arrived but there was no sign of Khudadad. He had gone to a wedding. Sayed seemed surly – very different from the amiable, grinning bear who had hugged Jon so affectionately in the bazaar – while his two oil and grime bespattered companions looked positively villainous. Taking her place for dinner Rosanna asked, ‘You’re not really going off with them, are you? I don’t trust them. You’ll wake up one morning with your throat cut and your belongings gone.’

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Thanks, Sue.
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A pleasure, Mary.
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Mary’s stories are so wonderful. Even very sad, but what can anyone expect about a country that has been at war for decades.
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Mary’s is a fascinating story.
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Indeed. Thank you for mentioning such great stories too, Sue!
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I am happy to share them, Michael.
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Thank you very much, Sue!
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Thank you, Michael.
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You too, Mary! 🙂 Have a beautiful rest of the day!
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