Day Zero (2 Feb 2010 or somewhere around there): My Afghan visa arrives in the mail. I’m mystified that these things just get handed out.
Day One: I take a leave of absence from grad school.
Day Two: I solidify the lying process to my parents and several others to protect them from my new decision. I claim to be going to Paris, Frankfurt, India. Two of those are true.
Day Nine: I’m on a plane to France. I visit some friends I met in Tanzania five years ago. They feed me and shelter me and do all the work. I see some famous stuff.
Day Thirteen (now): I’m sitting in the Frankfurt airport waiting for my flight to Kabul.