What Changes Everything Part 10
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"That Rumi, he"s something," Hammon said. "How"s the work been going?" he asked after a moment.
Mandy nodded. "Good. Fine." Then she shrugged. "Actually, I don"t know. They"re happy to have the supplies I bring, and they listen in a friendly way while I explain ways to improve patient care. But I don"t have the sense that they"ll follow through at all. I leave ill.u.s.trated instructions, and I think they throw the sheets away the minute I"m out the door."
Hammon laughed. "Well, there"s probably some of that, but you may be having a bigger impact than you realize."
"I"m not sure. Yesterday at the center for addicts, the director pulled me aside and told me not to be so public with the fact that I"m American."
Hammon"s face grew more serious. "What was her tone?"
"I don"t know. One of her a.s.sistants translated."
"What did you say?"
"I asked why. The a.s.sistant didn"t even repeat that question to the director. She told me the director"s husband was visiting family up north when he and his fatherin-law were killed during an American night raid. Collateral damage, she called it. Her English was good enough for that phrase."
Hammon sighed.
"I told the director I was sorry, and I hugged her. She hugged me back and the a.s.sistant hugged me too, but then she repeated again-don"t tell anyone I"m American. Better to say I"m German."
Hammon"s face softened into a smile. "German, huh? So what are you going to do?"
"Sauerkraut. That"s the single word I can say in German. I"m only going to get caught lying, if I try that."
He nodded. "It would be better just to go unnoticed. On the streets, keep your head down and don"t talk. You should be fine inside the hospitals, but for the refugee camps, a couple of my guys are going with you."
Mandy took a sip of the lemonade. "I have to tell you," she said, "even with the director"s warning, I really don"t feel in danger."
"No one ever does. It"s Kabul, not the front line: that"s what everyone thinks when they first get here. After a while, they realize the front line is fluid. It"s everywhere."
"How long have you been in this work, Hammon?"
"Long time," he said.
"Being vague about your personal details again?"
He smiled. "A professional habit, I guess. You get used to revealing nothing." He rolled his shoulders. "Truth is, I was a big disappointment to my mom."
"You? How so?"
"She wanted me to be a chess player."
"What?" Mandy smiled.
"I was really good at chess, back in school. She couldn"t understand when I began working out, and then joined the army and then Green Berets. And now, of course, this."
"Well, from chess player to this: that"s a journey."
"I don"t know. I often think I play a form of chess as part of my job, actually." Hammon rubbed his stubble-covered chin. "Still, my mom was disappointed. It wasn"t how she"d imagined the future."
Mandy studied Hammon"s face. When he spoke, it was with purpose. "Did she get over it?" she asked after a moment.
Hammon rose to his feet. "She did. But not without effort. She said it required that she take all her clothes to the charity shop."
"What do you mean?"
Hammon laughed at Mandy"s puzzled face. "She had this saying. When she had to rethink things, she called it taking everything to the charity shop. So that she had a clean closet and could be ready for new outfits, symbolically speaking." He paused. "You see?"
Mandy leaned back in her chair. "Yes," she said. "I think I do."
Hammon gave her a short wave. "See you at dinner." And then he backed out as silently as he"d entered, leaving Mandy to her thoughts.
Danil, September 12th Danil followed the woman Clarissa into her home. She didn"t pause to unlock her door; she"d clearly left it unbolted when she"d gone out in the dark. He found that he liked this act of trust, even if it was actually inattention or eccentricity. Most people protected what didn"t need protecting, he"d come to believe, and were too casual with what was important. He"d been that way too once.
She led him into the kitchen. "Sit down," she said, and he did, stretching his legs out beneath the table; he was accustomed to making himself at home in unfamiliar places. He thought of it as one of his gifts: this ability to fit in, to one degree or another.
"What can I get you? We have lots of pasta salad, and there is a chicken ca.s.serole, and something with broccoli and cauliflower, and fresh bread."
"Any of it sounds good," he said, taking in the kitchen, which was large-as big as the combined s.p.a.ce of his own kitchen, living room and dining room. It was neater, too, and the honey-colored wood made it feel warm.
"How about a little of everything?" she said as she reached into the pantry and pulled out a plate. She went to the refrigerator and began removing containers. The fridge was full; he could see she hadn"t been kidding about that.
"So," Clarissa said as she put a plate in front of him with chicken and a serving of pasta, basil and zucchini. "How long have you been doing street art?"
"About four years," he said.
She ground some coffee beans and spooned them into a filter. "Are a lot of them about Afghanistan?"
"In one way or another, yeah. I only started-I started after." He paused. "Pasta salad is great. Your daughter"s a good cook."
"Step-daughter. Yes, isn"t she?" Clarissa sat across from Danil and watched him eat. "Do you live in the neighborhood?" she asked him.
"Over on Bergen," he said.
"And what do you do? I mean, besides the street art?"
He laughed slightly. "Hardly seems enough, does it?"
"I didn"t mean it that way," she said. "How do you take your coffee?"
"Black," he said, and watched as she rose and poured him a cup. "I got a BA from Ohio University. Then I moved to New York. I went to Pratt for a year. Wasn"t for me. Now, I paint the interiors of people"s homes, or the interiors of apartments or offices between occupants."
"Pays the rent, I"d imagine."
He shrugged. "I suppose it does."
"Not easy making it as an artist."
Danil made a scoffing sound. "I hate that word."
"Why?"
"All I"m doing out there is remembering my brother. I"m just..." He shrugged. "You know, I saw you pa.s.s by earlier, and I thought you were crazy, or a crackhead, or something."
"Yeah? Why?"
"Out at that hour, muttering to yourself." He couldn"t quite confess that he"d considered, and rejected, the idea of asking if she needed help.
"That does sound a bit crazy." She softly drummed her fingers on top of the table for a moment. "I couldn"t sleep," she said. "I can"t sleep."
He studied her a moment. "Yes, now I get that."
"If you don"t mind...What happened to your brother?"
Danil looked out the kitchen window. She was direct, this lady. But he couldn"t go there. "You know, I"m sorry, I really don"t want to talk-"
"No, I understand," she said. "I don"t want people asking me too many questions either. I"m just-" She spread her hands. "I spent the last couple years trying to ignore Afghanistan, the whole region. We"ve only been married three years and I wanted my husband to come home. He was supposed to, after this rotation. But even so, I-I was angry with him for staying over there. On some level, I didn"t want to know anything about the place. But now?" She shook her head.
He studied her a minute. He knew this phase, this drive to make sense of chaos, to understand. He"d felt it too, once. He ate another bite. "So how long has your husband worked over there?"
"In the region, off and on, for about five years."
"Long time."
"Long enough." Abruptly, she stood up. "I"ll be right back."
She returned with a laptop. "I found this map online the other night." She clicked on a webpage. "Here"s Ghazni. That"s where they say my husband is being held. When they told me that, I thought: good! Something definite. But what does it actually mean? If you scroll in, look. Ghazni turns into all these little towns. He might be held in Ramak, or Lowy Shar or even closer to the Tribal Areas." She shook her head. "I"m trying to imagine him. I"m trying to feel what it must be like. But it"s so remote, you know? And when I search for Ghazni, looking for images, the first thing that comes up are women in burqas who"ve been killed."
She slid the laptop over to him. He repositioned the map on the screen and scrolled into the ranges of the Hindu Kush as they reached toward the border with Pakistan. "My brother was stationed in a place that doesn"t have a name. It was in this area north of Jalalabad. Pech Valley."
"Yes, I"ve heard of it," she said.
"There"s a river, and a village called Nangalam."
"I"ve seen it on the map," she said, and her voice sounded excited.
"It must have been a good map, because it"s not on most. It"s barely a town. Forty or fifty houses. A few restaurants-my brother called them choke-and-pukes." A couple shops for the locals. That"s it. And once you put the town at your back, you"re immediately in the mountains that press up against Nangalam. That"s where my brother was based. It was his training. His unit specialized in mountain combat. But he said there was no way to understand how sheer the drops were unless you"d seen them. It"s ghost-land, he said-a man with a gun walking in those mountains disappears into the shadows. A few houses are scattered around on tiny rock outcroppings, lone rangers. They aren"t part of any system at all. My brother told me in a letter once, For all intents and purposes, this place does not exist.""
"The Badlands of Afghanistan."
"The people who live there," Danil agreed, "are tough, tougher than we can imagine. And they don"t want to see outsiders. Not even Afghan outsiders, certainly not American outsiders." He leaned back in his chair. "My brother had a girlfriend and a job, but he thought leaving that behind to go to Afghanistan was important. He said he wanted to make the world safer for their kids. What a cliche-but he believed it. He even loved it, the training, at least. He"d never been involved in anything like that before. I told him he was crazy. I told him that repeatedly. After he got there and wrote me letters describing what he was seeing, I began to think about the whole setup. It doesn"t make any sense for us to be there. It"s an impossible mission, even with special training. How, in this impenetrable place, can we hope to accomplish anything-except take life and give it up?"
"What was his name," she asked.
"Piotr."
Clarissa smiled at him, a little sadly. "My husband believes in connections between cultures, among strangers. He believes in progress and that he"s accomplished things."
"No disrespect," he said. "My brother"s perspective was a little off-kilter while he was over there too. What he told me is that being there gave his life clarity." Sure, I understand, you have someone giving you orders, you don"t have to face the fear of figuring things out for yourself. But in terms of helping, in terms of solving anything-it"s all too f.u.c.ked up."
"My husband would say work like his helps make it better, and that we can"t do what we"ve done in that country and then simply turn our backs on them."
"We can if the alternative only makes it worse," Danil said, adding, "Sorry."
She shrugged. "I"m not sure what I believe, and I"m not sure what my husband would say now."
"I flew to Kabul after Piotr was killed," Danil said. "I wanted to talk to the military. I wanted to go directly to his FOB-Forward Operating Base-but they wouldn"t let me. Instead, the commander of his unit flew in to see me. He came to Bagram and they took me there."
"What did he tell you?"
"Some s.h.i.+t," Danil said. He couldn"t share that.
"Did it help?"
He half-laughed. "I"m alone. My brother"s not coming back. So, h.e.l.l no." Then he stopped. He"d said more than he"d meant to already.
She waited for a moment. "There"s nothing to fill that s.p.a.ce, is there?"
"Nothing." Danil practically spit the word. "You get more used to it, but the gap doesn"t disappear. What I really thought after talking to the commander was that all these words, a flood of them, misses the point. My brother died. For what? And now, the path of my life has been f.u.c.ked up." His voice, he realized, had grown loud. He cleared his throat. "Sorry."
"No, this is how I feel too," she said. She hesitated a moment, then reached out and touched the back of his hand with her fingers. "I"d like to see your work."
"Sure," he said. "Sometime..."
"No, I mean now." She withdrew her hand and brought it to her neck. "I can drive us around."
He studied her, trying to decide if she was serious.
"I"d like to see," she hesitated, "what you"ve done."
"Aren"t you tired?"
"Not really. You?"
She wasn"t high, she wasn"t crazy. She was in trouble; he could feel that, see that. He pulled his hands onto his lap and looked down at them, then up at her. "Okay," he said. "Sure. We can do that."
She smiled and rose. "I"ll be right back." He watched her leave the kitchen and heard her climb the stairs to the second floor.
The house felt quiet, unlike his apartment with its paper-thin walls. All the street noises seemed far away. He was, he realized, suddenly very tired of words. He wouldn"t be able to talk much more. He"d go get his camera, and he"d give her directions and he"d take the pictures of the work and she"d have to be okay with that. It would have to be help enough.
He took one more sip of coffee. On the laptop, he zoomed in on the map and switched to satellite view. He watched as it turned the Pech River into an ugly scar tattooing the hostile terrain that had been home for the First Battalion, 32 Infantry, 10 Mountain Division, and the place his brother had died.
Clarissa, September 12th "Pull over," Danil said, gesturing with his head. "I"ll be a minute."
He hopped out and darted across the street to a narrow unnumbered building four stories high, crowded next to a tiny single-level shop as if it were a protective big brother. "Johnny"s Variety Deli Convenience," read the sign above the store. "Sweat Suits Men"s Shoes Cold Beer Cigarettes Snacks." A white T-s.h.i.+rt hung in front as if a signal of surrender. The building looked run-down from the outside; three separate locks defended the front door. Danil pulled out a set of keys, looked back at her and waved, and then shot through the door.
Clarissa was probably crazy-no, she was crazy, driving around to look at graffiti with someone she"d met a few hours ago. Because, what? Because he, like her, had a troubled connection to Afghanistan? But everything felt out of control anyway; and she felt drawn to Danil, something about his face-his unusual green eyes. But more than that. To her he looked older than he said he was, closer to her own age with lines already etched on his forehead, maybe because he"d already gone through the worst. She wanted to know him, to understand how he"d come out on the other side. She wanted, too, someone she could talk to about this without all the emotional tension and history that came with every conversation with Ruby, with Mikey.
Danil emerged from the building, held his camera aloft and got into the pa.s.senger seat. "We"ll stay around here," he said. "I"ve done the odd piece in Manhattan or Queens but most of the work is nearby."
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