the_taliban_shuffle_-_kim_barker
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deep-fried packets, and sweet milky tea. Yet unlike many of <strong>the</strong><br />
movers, who believed that <strong>the</strong> country’s economic future rested with<br />
Musharraf, Tammy was passionate about <strong>the</strong> need for a functioning<br />
legal system. Tammy counseled me repeatedly to hold my temper with<br />
<strong>the</strong> ass grabbers; she navigated countless reporting trips for ano<strong>the</strong>r<br />
close friend and me; she dodged tear gas and rocks at lawyers’ protests<br />
in Islamabad, running from danger in high heels.<br />
Tammy’s family, although Muslim, saw nothing wrong with<br />
observing Christmas, as did o<strong>the</strong>r moderates, since Jesus Christ is<br />
considered to be a major gure in Islam. As soon as my boss gave me<br />
<strong>the</strong> go-ahead I immediately ew to Karachi. I ate a lot of food, walked<br />
down a beach, and touched my rst actual Christmas tree in four years.<br />
I relaxed.<br />
Two days after Christmas, Tammy and I prepared for <strong>the</strong> shooting of<br />
<strong>the</strong> TV reality show Enter <strong>the</strong> Prime Minister, where Pakistanis could<br />
vote on <strong>the</strong>ir favorite candidate for prime minister. It was like<br />
American Idol meets C-SPAN, reality TV for political junkies, only<br />
possible in a politically obsessed country like Pakistan. Tammy was a<br />
judge. I planned to write a story. So I packed a backpack—my<br />
computer, a notebook, two cell phones. I didn’t bo<strong>the</strong>r to bring my<br />
power cords, as I planned to be back at Tammy’s house in a few hours.<br />
Unfortunately <strong>the</strong> show was as scintillating as static. At one point,<br />
bored and concerned about how I would ever make a reality show<br />
about politics interesting, I checked <strong>the</strong> news wires. Somebody had<br />
red shots at a rally of Nawaz Sharif, who like Bhutto had just returned<br />
from exile. I worried that I was in <strong>the</strong> wrong place, out of position<br />
again.<br />
During a break in lming, I told Tammy and <strong>the</strong> show’s o<strong>the</strong>r<br />
participants about <strong>the</strong> attack. A few crowded around my computer.<br />
Then I checked <strong>the</strong> Pakistan news again. This time a breaking-news<br />
bulletin ashed an attack on Bhutto’s rally in Rawalpindi, although <strong>the</strong><br />
former prime minister was safe. Most of <strong>the</strong> high-powered people on<br />
<strong>the</strong> TV show were friends of Bhutto, and <strong>the</strong>y started making calls. The<br />
head of Pakistan’s human-rights commission soon received a text<br />
message saying that Bhutto had been wounded. Minutes ticked by, all<br />
confusion. Then Bhutto’s longtime friend from <strong>the</strong> human-rights