Three days before Kabul fell, I walked with my Afghan co-worker through the city’s zoo, where we peered through cages to see monkeys, flamingos and a single white lion. Families strolled through the exhibits as if all were normal, and children ate ice cream under a clear blue sky.
But my colleague’s face was grim with worry.
He told me that day he wanted me and another American Stars and Stripes reporter to leave as soon as possible.
