.Most winter mornings now, I cough up gray slime, the side effect of breathing in all that funky smoke during the night. Kabul burns trash, old tires, dried excreta —anything combustible— in a desperate attempt keep warm during winter. The resulting smoke is so thick and particle-dense, it practically has a personality. At night while asleep, your body ingests it and the next day, holy metamorphosis(!) you expel it in the form of sticky, curdled phlegm. Phlegm, the likes of which I’ve never seen before. And like most things here in the ‘Stan, it is combative… I swear if I’m not quick enough to wash it down the drain this phlegm will launch itself from the floor and attack me.
And how is your morning?