Naveen was an opportunist. As a criminal, he knew that the day would come that he would need something to trade with. Maybe it was already coming down on him when I showed up.
Whatever, the story ultimately passed on wasn’t about some American getting shot down and caught up in the Afghan civil war. It was a story about a bitter American ex-convict who traveled around the world to join the forces of evil in that fight.
Interpol agents took custody of me on charges of Aiding and Abetting, and Acting in Concert With, A Known Terrorist Organization. There is a lot here I don’t care to recall, and is not germane to the story at hand. Maybe I’ll fill this in at a later date. I was handed over to people who were identified only as agents of the Soviet Federal Police, to be questioned and then
