It's
been a while since I wrote. Seems my eternal problem with writing rears its
head again. So many times in my life, under the influence of strong emotions
looking for a way out, I started a writing project, whether it was a diary, a
blog or a novel, only to abandon it shortly thereafter, not because my emotions
are gone, but because they found other outlets. Other times, I simply can't
find the right words to express how I feel or what I've just experienced, so I
don't even try.
Anyway,
today it seems my writing mood is back, so here it goes:
I
want to talk about hospitality, because the Afghan's approach to it has often
left me humbled. In my work I sometimes travel to villages and meet some of the
poorest people living in one of the poorest provinces in one of the poorest
countries in the world. Lots of poverty, it seems, but not in spirit.
