Things for kings

Yesterday, I took an extra turn when I was out driving (you can see below what the car that I spend my days in looks like) to see some parts of Kabul that I had only heard about. Driving past an area totally devastated by war and fighting, built in decades but torn down in months, I finally reached my destination - The Kings Palace (Darulaman in Dari). Once upon a time, there was a king who lived happily with flourishing gardens in this beautiful palace. Now, all that was left was this skeleton on top of a mountain, reminding us of that times have changed.

In one of the pictures, you can also see the residential house which belongs to the castle. The hills behind that were once used as a ski-resort for the rich and happy Afghans of the 70s. When the russians invaded, they made it into their own luxurious playground. Obviously, the rulers after that did not like skiing that much. Most Afghans do probably not even know what skiing is anymore. I hope they will one day. If I was to be the King of Afghanistan, I'd make sure they would. Promise!