RED LIGHT DISTRICT

"Are you sure there are some here in Kabul?" I asked. I was very skeptical, knowing how conservative Afghanistan was, and I was also having second thoughts about the whole thing.

"Yes. Of course. We have some here."

"Where?", I asked.

"We will take you there."

"When?", I asked.

"Tonight."

The older brother gave the price in afghanis, and it came to to about $45.00. That night we went searching. It was very dark when we arrived at a very "shady-looking" part of Kabul that I had never seen before. It had a poor, spooky, and war-torn appearance. The older brother got out of the taxi to make the arrangement. THEN THE ELECTRICTY WENT OUT. It looked like the whole city had lost power. It was spookier now, but the electricity returned in a few minutes.

The brother returned with an ominous-looking character. I didn't like the looks of him at all, but I gave the brother the money, and he handed it to the turbaned man. Five, ten, then twenty minutes passed, and finally the brother returned. I was worried that he had been killed.

He said, "No woman."

"What?", I said.

"No woman", he again replied.

"But where's my money?" I asked.

"No money also." was his reply. "Don't worry, we'll give your money back."

I never did get my money back.