Now that a few hours over a week are left for me to begin my long trek home, I think, shaking my head, of the heavy (for me) suitcase that awaits me in Kabul. Why on earth did I bring all that stuff? All that I pulled out from it for my use in the seven weeks I have been here could have fit into one of my roomier carry-ons. I lived in two pairs of pants and six tops, jeans, t-shirt and scarf for Saturdays, toothbrush, toothpaste and floss, a very few toiletries, creams, and cosmetics, CIPRO and vitamins, a pair of sandals, and Toms-like loafers. A small hand towel and a facecloth. Then: computer, iPhone, iPad, camera, cords. A bangle and a pair of earrings.

Anything else?

No.

Even the gifts I brought are not needed.

Next time, I will not pack my fears.

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