In my younger and more vulnerable years I spent a lot of time with my friend, Carol, smoking and drinking in various venues in Brooklyn. We lingered long and tipped well, so they were always glad to see us (“Norm!”).
Carol was then in the midst of making her first documentary, the superb Camp Victory: Afghanistan. It took her all around the world, particularly to Kabul and it’s environs. She met many interesting people there - renegades and ex-pats and idealists - and they would occasionally come through New York and drink and smoke with us.
One of these people was a woman who ran a children’s hospital in Kabul. Like many interesting people, she asked more questions than she ever answered. Specifically, she asked me about playwriting.