It was Valentines Day February 14th, 2002.  Was my 4th day on the streets of Islamabad.  One more day and I would be meeting with Rai’s contacts and flying out to Sweden.  Could not wait for Friday to get here.  One more day only.  I was sick from some bad water that I had drunk.  Was broke because I had been robbed by a little old lady, but did not have the balls to confront her about it.  I haven’t done anything fun since I arrived on Monday.

Only thing I would do was watch old movies on hotels HBO channel, which would still have commercials in it.  And all the good parts deleted out, like kissing, cussing, and a woman learning to read or do anything unacceptable.  Yep, HBO with commercials, and the internet cafe about a mile down the road were all I had to look forward to in Pakistan.

As I made what would be my last visit to the Internet Cafe, I flirted with a group of muslim girls on the way to the bridge that crossed over the heavy traffic.  You dont need to speak a countries language to flirt.  That’s easy.  These girls didn’t know what I was saying,  but from the playful look in their eyes, they didn’t care what I was saying either.    Could’ve probably hooked up.

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