I’m on the plane, heading to Dehli. N’Shallah.
At the airport, within 10 yards of each other, I pass three checkpoints where I am told to open my luggage.
One police officer would not let me advance to the ticket counter until I showed him “my International I.D.” International I.D.?! I never heard of one. He said everyone had one and I needed to call someone at ACKU to bring me one. If I didn’t produce one I couldn’t leave the country. Continue reading “Afghan Chronicles: Day Nine, Delhi in Less Than 10 Hours”