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Article: My beautiful Afghanistan; Lesley Garner, who lived in Kabul in the late Seventies, recalls her carefree picnics in an 'indestructible' city.
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- The Evening Standard (London, England)
- Article date:
- October 25, 2001
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Byline: LESLEY GARNER
THIS week I did what I've been meaning to do since American wrath turned on a remote state in the mountains of the Hindu Kush.
I unearthed Afghanistan. It involved going down into my cellar and blowing the dust off the cardboard box of slides I took there in 1978, a year when I, my husband and our four-month-old baby set up home on the edge of Kabul while he went off to train Afghan doctors and nurses in rural health for Save the Children.
I had been very grumpy about going to Afghanistan. Just like the Americans, I thought I knew what I would find there - a macho, brutal society where women were less than the earth, where ...