Another Bakery Anecdote.
I had on my straw hat, my duck-down gloves, a coat over my beaver fur vest, and of course, my Italian hiking boots.
I was riding my Chinese bicycle on my way home, and the rain was turning to sleet, and then came snowflakes, and it was getting colder by the minute, but I needed to buy my hot, delicious naan.
I got off of my bike, but instead of standing at the bakery window to order, I walked bravely up the wooden steps to the door entrance of the oven-pit, to get warmer, and to get a closer look at the bakers.
One Afghan gently grabbed my arm, grinning a devilish smile, and started pulling me inside.
He pointed at the fiery pit and then at me.
I was a bit scared, until he started laughing, and the other bakers started to laugh, and so I knew that I wouldn't be tossed into the fiery pit.
I got my naan, hopped back on my bicycle, and rode off to my house.
My bike was slipping and sliding, and I was having problems navigating, and I looked forward to arriving at my house where I knew I would soon have a roaring fire going in my faithful little oven.
My straw hat fell off, but I didn't care, and I didn't want to stop in this freezing weather to pick it up, and so I kept riding, knowing that tomorrow a goat or sheep would discover a tasty treat.
This was the first beautiful night of winter.
In Kabul the weather turned off and and on like a light switch.
I remember only one time that it rained, and as it rained, I thought, "It's spring today.”
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