Kolola Pushta in the distance.
The famous Intercontinental Hotel-Kabul from my house. 
The only trees I have seen outside of private compounds.
This little guy makes my day. His is the voice of innocence that lifts my spirits and reminds me that the next generation will have a better life. I can hear him playing through my open window. I'll probably never know his name.
Looking north across the valley. Kabul is a city of 2+ million people.
We were blessed with beautiful blue skies today. I took a minute out of my lunch break to snap a few pictures from the roof of my house.
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