I search for Max’s facbook profile, so I can post a news article on his wall, and find it gone. Later, I ask him about it.
“I took it down because I was getting threats,” he tells me, frowning, “And weird questions about why I changed my religion.”
“But you didn’t change your religion –and I don’t remember you even listing it on your profile.”
Max leans back in his chair and looks me in the eyes. “Una, this is Afghanistan.”
I take a sip of tea and leave the room. The temperature is dropping and I need to switch on my heater.