There's a village just outside post which I can only catch glimpses of sometimes, between the barriers and concertina wire. I often forget it's even there. Today as I was walking back to my room I was admiring the particularly good view of the Hindu Kush mountains and there in front of me was a single kite against the backdrop.
It reminded me, unsurprisingly, of the book The Kite Runner, but more than that it was just a nice idyllic little moment that made me think of the child in that village just being a kid and not embroiled in the conflict going on in his country.
