Once, when my husband was working as a journalist in Afghanistan for a month, he emailed a photo of himself in the dusty nowhere of Forward Operating Base Ramrod outside Kandahar. He was sitting in filthy clothes, holding a cup of watery instant coffee and a laptop outside his bunk, a giant metal box like those stacked on to container ships. My reaction shocked me: I was jealous. Guardian Life & style
Posted on: Sat, 12 Apr 2014 07:30:01 +0000
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