If Mohammed Ibrahim Caravan smells fear about Afghanistan’s future, he doesn’t show it. He strolls around like a country squire in the glittering new gated community he helped build, dressed in a spotless white shalwar kameez tunic, stylish shades and polished wingtips.
“Worried?” the 28-year-old asked. “Hah — not me. I’m confident in the future. If you don’t invest in your own country, who will?”
Caravan’s company is plunging $160 million into the family-run Saleem Caravan City, with its rows of salmon-colored villas with balconies and rose gardens, like some ersatz Miami Beach condo community. He’s moved his family into a lavish 7,500-square-foot mansion with a pool, hot tub and guest kitchen.
Yes, surely, at the end of the day (or decade-plus) what it all comes down to is the kind of place Thomas Friedman can relax and pontificate about what the riff-raff outside the gate will be up to in another six-months.
Nice to see that billions in debt, thousands of deaths, and a decade of bullshit have led to an American-sponsored salute to another nation’s one percent.