I wanted to go back to Afghanistan the minute I left it. No less because
within twelve hours of doing so, I found I’d swapped all the gritty
wonders of that country for the faux mystique of Dubai. Dubai has as much
mystique as Disneyland, but a cloud of volcanic ash kept me captive there
for three days. At least I had a chance to fill myself up with fish, before
going back to Prague, and to consider everything I had seen and heard over
the two weeks past.