Following on from that Nadya was not listening any more.
‘Heroine, opium, m*******a, hashish. We tell the children the harm of drugs. We set examples. The school children should now already know, what they should be aiming at,’ the teacher said poorly in English.
‘Do you indeed think that you’re protecting them?’
Rahim looks at her without blinking.
‘How can I answer you?’
‘The fact that he wouldn’t now answer, means the articles will be splendid,’ Hamid said sweetly. ‘Yes, we save our children,’ said a naive and beautiful man to me in his own naivety. ‘No. We don’t protect anybody from anything!’ said a young Afghan, wonderful in his own early wisdom.
Before feeling pain from this treacherous sting, she manages to be taken aback: he begins a phrase and speaks smoothly, without a sin
