Outside my office, there's a terrace. This is the south view. You'll notice that I'm surrounded by open spaces. I haven't met a stressed out Kabuli yet. Perhaps the open space provides respite, as i've noticed that my stress level goes down everytime I stare outside to the mountain and realize how lucky I am to be able to enjoy this.
The eastern view from my office terrace. The building in the view is the original Save the Children office. I sit in a different office.
Every household, no matter how dilapidated, has a garden. Most common are roses. This is the garden I pass by to enter my building. Sometimes I don't notice it. Often, it cheers me up thinking about the care that goes into growing something so beautiful in a dry, dusty environment.
This is a Chaila, (chala in Bangla), on the driveway of Save office. Look closely, and you might see hundreds of grapes hanging carelessly. According to my colleague, grapes and pomegranates are the cheapest fruits in Kabul. The most expensive? Bananas
