I’m a little like Marco Polo, going around and mixing cultures.

They had spent a year in France for no particular reason, and then drifted here and there unrestfully wherever people played polo and were rich together.

I hate the polo collar.

I went to watch the Buzkasgu game taking place on a series of fields – some fallow, some plowed and planted- just to the east of the empty Buddha niches. Buzkashi is a form of...