Back home

I arrived yesterday morning in a cold Geneva. The flight from Tashkent went smoothly. Nobody to care about my dollars at the airport, the border control was quick. I had then enough time to sleep on my camping mattress. Somebody woke me up. 10minutes later, I was in the plane to Moscou. Sleeping. A few hours later, I recognize the terribly awful house building of Le Linion. I was back home. Back in a too cold Geneva. I found some croissant and I sat down on the perron, waiting for the train which will bring me back home. I opened the honey-glasholder. Samarkand's honey with swiss croissant. That was a good transition despite the cold wind. I had no time to realize that my trip was over that I walked into the streets of Les Paquis. The street's party went on: it was a kind of bazaar, but the weather was cold and the people had all the same clothes. Such a strange feeling...

But today, as I red one other blog on a travel in Afghanistan, I realized how good it is to live in a country like Switzerland when I read his last post on Sept. 8: Nobody waited for me at the border asking me why I went to Afghanistan. Nobody to ask for my military background. The swiss borderguards needed 3 seconds to give my passport back. "welcome back".