...your default facial expression is this one.
…you start using Afghan insults against other expats.
…you know the pricing scale for contract killings in your city.
…you don’t scream when you find a toenail in your bread, you just pick it out.
…your phonebook includes “stalker #5” and “harasser #9.”
…you find it kind of gross but not at all weird that the hotel reception clerk is staring at full-screen photos of dismembered corpses on his computer when you check in.
…you know how to walk in a burqa like an Afghan woman.
…you refuse to let anyone put a flash drive in your computer for fear of porn download viruses.
…you’ve been accused of running a brothel and of being employed at a separate supposed brothel.
…you get hit in the face by a malfunctioning semi-manual washing machine on the spin cycle and fall on the floor laughing madly while clutching pairs of underwear to your chest.
…you look at this A Softer World and think, ‘that’s a plausible scenario.’
…you have a list of people to whom you’d love to send phony Taliban night letters, and that list is four whole pages long. Single-spaced.
(Because this list needed to be updated.)
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