Suddenly, I stopped swinging. It just occurred to me that all the information I was getting about Afghanistan was from foreigners working there. Whether soldiers
reporting, or aid workers
aiding, everybody was there on a mission— but was anybody simply curious
about Afghan people
and their country
? Did anyone visit their museums? Shop for souvenirs? Did anybody want to just hang out with them? Be friends
If Step One in Dina’s ‘How to Make Friends’ Handbook
required “meeting the people,” then maybe I needed to stop getting all my information from the TV and discover Afghanistan for myself.
Unfortunately, going to Afghanistan as a tourist was absurd. Dangerous. Outlandish! By the time I had polished off the last of the chips I had convinced myself the idea was virtually impossible.
Then I flipped out of the hammock and went inside to call my travel agent.