It is the summer of 2008. Members of the small team are starring out of the window of the airplane. Suddenly they catch sight of the narrow ebony snake of the runway. They are approaching the Kabul International Airport by now. So they has arrived... There is no time to think. The worn out airplane airplane of the Ariana Airlines starts to spiral to the ground. This is the standard procedure in wartime.
The plane is full of local people. Presence of the small team breaks the monotony of the mass of light shaded perahan tunbans. The locals have been praying all the time during the flight. This could be justified by the conditions of the plane. The passangers breathe a sigh of relief as the plane lands.
Hot breeze hits their face when they get off the airplane. A convoy of 4 Toyota Land Cruisers are parking in the front of the entrance of the airport surrounded by armed soldiers and police officers. Armed men are getting of the cars ushering the group to the cars. They departure heading to Route 76 quickly.