It begins again. The normal life in Kabul resumes and I can find (not a sign, not an indication) the mine museum, a place that only a country like Afghanistan could see born.
Good vision!
It begins again. The normal life in Kabul resumes and I can find (not a sign, not an indication) the mine museum, a place that only a country like Afghanistan could see born.
Good vision!
Well, yes, we are now used to witnessing the closure of the barracks and perhaps even a little to burying the long history of the departments, a phenomenon which however does not erase the memories. It also touched...
The baked chicken, as expected, had lived up to its reputation, consolidating, where needed, the undisputed culinary mastery of Gastone, chief ...