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IN late 2001, during the NATO invasion of Afghanistan, I was
challenged by a local man as I waited for a taxi on the steps of
the Pearl Continental hotel in Peshawar. ‘Are you British?’
he asked me, in a friendly tone. I answered yes – in fact I was
working for CAFOD at the time. Politely, without changing his tone
of voice, he asked: ‘Why are you killing Pushtuns?’ I could …
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