That is how Afghan hospitality was described to me today. Hospitality being their version of unconditional love.
The custom is to welcome even strangers for tea. And if their enemy happens to be that stranger - so be it.
If their enemy is threatened by an outsider while having tea. As a matter of pride they will fight to the death for that enemy.
Graciousness and beauty has always existed alongside violence here.
Like the kites that the children fly all over the city. They dance across the sky - literally dozens at a time. And while the kites soar - all of the kite strings are equipped to cut down any kite string that gets in its path.
I went with 2 of the women from Turquoise Mountain today to shop on Chicken Street (the main merchant center) and then to buy kites in another area of town.
The kite seller had a small store front on a dust covered street in downtown Kabul. Some of the tiny stand was filled with kites - but most of it was filled with different types of string. The shopkeeper showed me the strength of the string and then showed me how it could easily cut another string down. This was its most important selling feature - not how high the kite could fly.