A backpacker visits Kabul

[Tripatini]

The queue for Safi Air flight 248 from Delhi to Kabul looks like something of a loya jirga itself: businessmen and diplomats, village traders of lapis lazuli, scammers and schemers, all going back to the homeland for one reason or another, all with excess baggage—fridges toasters and microwaves, dreams hopes and expectations—wearing long tunics baggy trousers and funny hats, all speaking strange tongues and whispering strange sighs, body odors wafting from overcoats whose histories likely date back to eras unspecified and improperly documented... 

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