that left me at the mustafa hotel. does anyone here know what that is? all right. there are some afghanphiles here. it's one of the first hotels to open in kabul, and it was basically a series of rooms separated by windows where you could hear everybody inside, you know, the next room, and everybody got, basically, a bike lock that you put on your door, and the price was about $50 a night, and you could hear every conversation that everybody was having. so i went to the guy at the front desk, his name was weiss. and i said, weiss, we've got a problem. he said, what's your problem? i said, actually, i have no money, so i guess it's your problem. at which point he opened up his drawer, he was a new jersey-born afghan, and he said how much money do you need? and i said, $400. and he just peeled it off and handed it to me and said, i know you're good for it. which basically gave me two lessons about afghanistan. the first was the hospitality and incredible generosity of afghans, and the second was the large rolls of $100 bills. eventually, i was assigned as the south a