Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Swedish Military camp



Our final days in Mazar were spent at the Swedish military camp (for our safety during the expected New Year's crush). I shared a tent with my four male colleagues, bedding from Ikea. The camp was immaculate and the food was prepared fresh daily: filet mignon and ice cream by candle light on Saturday night. Quite different fom the American camp nearby where we went once for breakfast -this was the only good meal the Americans got: bacon, eggs, etc-all other meals were TV dinners. Another difference: many more soldiers of color at the American camp. Also, there were probably no felons in the Swedish camp.

All but one of my colleagues on our tour were gay, but it was a few days before they drppped their guard, before I heard about visits to Radical Fairies Weekend, before Michael talked non-stop about his desire to get layed, not unlike any other guy his age, though he was also the focus of female translator crushes.

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