Nightmare in Waking Life

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Factuality

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It is midday. Roya and I are sitting opposite each other in a small, cold, damp room. She is staring at the wall, a wall whose damp smell has been intensified by the cold of winter. After a long silence, she says with a deep sigh: “If it weren’t for the Taliban, I would be in Afghanistan now; I would have bread and a homeland.” She is from Uruzgan; a province where, according to her, I was beaten, social restrictions, girls’ lack of access to ed…