Life in the Field - The Way of the Samurai

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Sunday, November 27, 2005

Three bird stories

Three birds falling down their nest at the dawn of the day...

Some friends have taken up to rationing their beautiful black cat and her lovely shy kitten. I reckon they want to see how long they can go on, until the cat rises and fights back. In the meantime, though, the cat has decided to take her fate in her own paws. Thus last evening, she happily walked into their living room, onto their beautiful Persian carpet, and dropped a dead pigeon there. The kitten arrived wailing like he had not eater in a month. Although the feathers and blood gave a little vavavoooom to the living room decoration, dinner and the two cats had to be chucked out to finish the feast.
Apparently dinner indoor was more to their taste, so they ran back to the carpet, still with the dead bird and had to be chucked out again.

Later on that night, on the streets of the Afghan Gotham, a night owl, probably on his way home, probably very tired or who had spent too much time smoking the nargile, parked his car in the side ditch.
You know the open sewage canalisations that are about 75 cm wide and deep? Running between the sidewalk and the street? Full of dirt and muddy water, that you avoid like the plague in fear of loosing a limb if you ever felt? Well, he probably tried to park along it. Somehow though, he managed to get two wheels full on in the ditch.
It's the second time I see anything like that in Afghanistan - the first one was even better, as the car was some gigantic 4x4. I bet it's going to take a while before that car drives again...

This morning, a third bird came around this way. I went to the kitchen to see if I could get fried eggs and, for lack of a cook, proceeded to make them myself. Only one pan present and properly filled with 3 cm of oil. The one used for my colleague's eggs. No other pan around, so I was forced to make deep fried eggs. Terrifying, I never even knew eggs could fry underneath the layer of oil. My arteries were pretty much screaming I was going to die five years younger, so I tried and wiped the best part of the oil with a tissue afterwards. A little voice in me is now saying the reason why eggs fill you so much here is only for all the oil that coats your stomach wall.
And that was my week starting the way I like it. Let's rock and roll!

3 Comments:

At 6:08 PM, Blogger Elizabeth said...

Creepy bird stuff. Thanks for changing your link. So cool.

 
At 7:06 PM, Blogger Babs said...

Hey, anything!
And all the best for your new baby. Great pics and all.

 
At 8:16 PM, Blogger exMI said...

Cats are cats are cats. They alwasy find the most expensive thing to eat on or throw up on.

 

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