At the funeral colleagues spoke of Bettina’s humour and courage. More ominously, a sentence was read from a holiday postcard she had written: ‘I am going back to my work in in Ghazni in a couple of weeks’ time. God knows what awaits me in Afghanistan.’ We buried Bettina that afternoon in Kabul’s old British Cemetery, an ancient walled compound with mulberry trees.
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