It was a windy dark night. Things could hardly be seen as I was riding my bike to one of my friend’s house. There was no reason going to his place in that late evening other than to borrow the Titanic movie which was just released that year. There was neither shop nor any other places where someone could buy or rent movies in the country. The country, by then, was ruled by the ferocious regime of Taliban. While riding bike in the evening, there was no less chances of not to be stopped by the Taliban, and therefore I made sure to be ready to trick them in case if I was stopped for search. I had a metal box of oil tied to the backside of my bike. It was looking as new and heavy as if it was full of oil. Once getting those movies, I would place them into that box before heading back for my destination. I was in my late teenage years, so I would take any risk to watch that movie as I had heard so much about it. I, also, had to travel to Pakistan so frequently to