So like no shit, there we were...

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So like no shit, there we were...

So like no shit, there we were on an American base playing basketball and trash talking in Russian with our Afghan driver/translator Najib, inside an empty swimming pool, which was initially built by the Russians when this was their Army base and then used by the Taliban as an execution ground. You could see the bullet scars on ground, and the US soldiers would circle around us, doing their business, occasionally recovering our balls which had bounced out of the pool.


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