After a week of ferrying my Afghan contacts inside Hamid Karzai International Airport (HKIA), I was exhausted. Although my DC hotel was fine, I barely slept. I would crash for a few hours, only to wake up frantically and check my phone to see if I’d missed anything vital.
By 26 August 2021, I had assisted at least 80 Afghan contacts. Nevertheless, I s…
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