Nonfiction | June 01, 2006

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As my U.N. flight from Islamabad taxis to a stop at Kabul International Airport, I see Masood and Wahob waiting for me behind the wire gate of the parking lot….Together the two of them took me for four hundred dollars the last time I was there.

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