Two things about this past week. Well actually three. The first was the Wind of 120 days has arrived in force. In fact we tried to walk tonight but the wind and sand clouds (choked with debris) that it brought forced us to stop after 1/2 a lap. I think it sandblasted some of the tan off my face and whitened my teeth.
The smell of the locals, number two, is horrible. Unfortunately one of the Afghan Army Liaison Officers came in our office this week about his badge (his sponsor should have come for more than one reason). Anyways he stunk up our whole office. We had to open windows (Blowing sand was a better option than his smell) and doors and let the smell drift out. Then they had a group flying out with the USMC (see pic), and outside even, their smell drifted over to us.
Then Third I guess the poppie harvest is over cause the action has picked up. We even got a present last night. About midnight the sirens went off. A young government worker who sleeps in our bay asked, "What is that?" I said, "Rockets." He put his helmet and vest on and I went back to sleep. Only because I know our building is supposedly built to protect us...guess I could have told him.
The pic of the fire happened across on the civilian side of the airport. I guess the Afghans haven't thought of getting an airport fire department because the military fire department had to respond. Cudos to the French hospital for sending ambulances across about 10 minutes after the fire department put it out. Not sure what was burning and don't think the ambulances were needed (good thing).
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