An Italian and an Argentinian in Islamabad

Almost as a seaman who can boast a lover in each harbour in which he docks, it seems I can boast a friend in almost every city where I land.

I had not spent 24 hours in Islamabad yet, that I already had dinner with Martin, a very good friend of mine from the times in DC - as well as an ‘official follower’ of our Blog.

And while tasting grilled chicken with green chilli and mint, two considerations came to my mind. The first one: that this is really a small world. The second one, less trivial perhaps: that most likely I will not become very fond of Pakistani food either…