Normally, due to the language barrier, Ms. Aleem usually brought with her some local reporters.
This time it was more important for the senior leadership of the Talibans to believe her if a western correspondent would attend.
Their long demands and agendas would be heard without any doubt knowingly an American journalist was joining the dialogue.
It was over 10 AM when they left Bagrami which was located from the outskirt of Kabul.
"Are there any shops where we could drop by for a cup of coffee, Ms. Hanson?"
Remo asked while looking at the side mirror if someone was following the car.
There was none…
"There is a good coffee shop in the heart of the city near the hotel. They call it "Good Coffee" run by an energetic Italian expat." Kait Hanson responded.
"Can you please send us there... how would I call you, Mister?" Remo's voice was firmer, paying his attention to the man on the wheels.
"Call me Daniel, Sir."
