First time I entered to U.S it was Dallas airport in Virginia. I still can fee the rain and fresh air of that Friday morning. It was so early morning and I was so exhausted and jet lag -I had no idea about it at the time- I arrived to hotel and saw Tom in the lobby that I might look so miserable that he asked me to go to my room and sleep and skip our meeting with Hilary Clinton and I did :)))
I hated the U.S. I simply wanted to finish my trip and go back home- Kabul. I missed the Persian new year celebration because of time difference and I slept for almost 18 hours after that trip to recover.
Today I was thinking that I am in love with DC and U.S. I rather not to be in any other city in the world. I am in love with this tiny powerful, layered, melted city. It seems like the city doesn't belong to anyone and there is no main culture for it. So much layers that I doubt I will ever go to the bottom of it.
