So many things happened to me during my trip, you know, especially my stay in Kabul. I suffered a lot from those happenings but at the same time, I got so much experience, the very valuable one! I am very happy to have suffered from those accidents! It sounds strange, doesn't it? But it's true, my friend.

During the time, I did realise that the true happiness is from somewhere inside; it's undescribable, unexplanable but it does exist! Since it has no connection with "senses", which can be understood as the things happen to me, it's permanent and Nobody can steal it from me. What an experience! It's in the worst time I got that light. Amazing, isn't it?

Another great discovery (at least to me) is that the difference between people around the world is little and if it does exist, it can be minimized by Goodwill from both sides. To me, the greatest threat to our human-race is our selfishness, not the International Terrorism nor the limited natural resources on Earth!

Funny, it really is. Even now when I recall my trip to, I still laugh with myself. I still remember clearly what happened  to me during the time - no money, no passport, irritating behaviour from one of the friends who acted as if he never been my friend- but in spite of being aware of all this stuff, I was very happy then. Funny, isn't it?

I could be happy because my happiness had nothing to do with the things happened to me. It stood high above them! 

I know that in order to turn it into a permanent state of mind, I must invest much more time, patience and determination and that I still have a long way to walk but did experienc it anyway and I found the way!

Let's go to Kabul!

I need a whole book to talk about my time there. To cut it short: I reported my case to the Afghan police and I stayed with them for 12 days until I managed to get an exit visa. The police gave me everything they had: food, shelter and above all, a true arm of friendship

I admired them, not because they helped me much but the way they live their life.I can't help loving people who live a hard life in a generous way with a unique charm and with an unbeatable braveness- the people  I consider real men.

My story didn't finish after I got the Afghan exit visa and I  had to spend another unforgettable ten days going back and forth between cities and embassies asking for a transit visa for going back home. As god's will, I met many gentlemen who gave me money and kindness; for none I deserved. And I also met and lived with forty Nepalese guys heading for Afghanistan for jobs

; very nice simple people still living in Kabul with nothing: no money, no visa, no return tickets, no fuck...life is interesting, isn't it?

-D., August/September 2005.