Kabul: My First Attack Drill – Part 2

The first of something can be really memorable. Like say…

Your first perm. Ladies with straight hair, you know what I’m talking about. 
Your first Channing Tatum movie where you’re hooked. He’s dreamy. I don’t care if he can’t act. 

Your first purchase from Marc Jacobs when you get your first big check. Until you realize you’re not that well off and can’t afford to live like this.

Today was my first attack drill. It was interesting. At first when I heard the sirens I had no idea what was going on. Thankfully someone in our office did and we headed downstairs to the safe room in the basement. The drill was to prepare staff in the Kabul office of how to proceed in case of a bombardment. There are things like water, tea and MREs in the safe room. To be totally honest being in the safe room did not make me feel ‘safe.’ I felt trapped and hot. It was just a drill anyways so we were released after a minute or so but I can’t imagine what it would have been like if it were real.

Streets of Kabul, edited with Snapseed.

I guess it’s one of those peculiarities of life in Kabul. I am by no means an expert seeing as how I have only been here for 11 days but it’s just something I observed. Life goes on here as normal. People go to work, come home, have dinner with their families, etc. Pretty run-of-the mill stuff. Yet on the other hand there is this parallel existence where there are men with guns on the streets, car bombings, and foiled terrorist attacks. (This actually happened in our neighborhood while I was here.) The country is in the middle of a war and people are still out and about. Maybe this is a dichotomy of life here, or maybe it just is life.

Shopping on Chicken Street was fun. A little overwhelming and hot. Again, I get hot very easily. It doesn’t help that we’re in the desert. I didn’t buy any rubies, sapphires or emeralds sadly. They are cheaper here but not by much. I am however totally enamored with the furniture we saw. We got to go to the furniture store where supposedly Brangelina gets their stuff. It was gorgeous. The craftsmanship here is amazing. I wish I have a way of bringing back all this stuff. I might buy a small piece and bring it on the plane as a carry-on. We’ll see how that goes.

I covertly snapped this pic inside a store. Sorry for the fuzziness.

I am getting ready to leave in the next few days. I do have pictures to share and I will post them when I’m back in the states. Looking forward to getting back. Glorious salad and tap water, oh how I miss thee.

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