This isn't a message about the future of Afghanistan, or even about Iraq. This is about here and now, in my stomach.
Marcos and I have been inside for almost two days straight, me working on endless papers and preparing for a presentation, and Marcos doing his ingenious programming on the computer in the other room. We have had a few breaks here and there to make life manageable, and they have been mainly spent preparing food and eating.
It's a war zone in my belly, and I have a feeling that it will be a close match. Between the two of us, we have eaten...
1 comment:
My money's on the tofu...
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