But the story is also surprising too, and funny, at least at the part when we realize once again how truly international the world is. Read this excerpt from the end.
I realized that my guards, too, might have needed a break from our grim existence. But I felt like a performing monkey when they told me to sing for visiting commanders. I knew they were simply laughing at me.
I intentionally avoided American love songs, trying to dispel their belief that all Americans were hedonists. Despite my efforts, romantic songs — whatever their language — were the guards’ favorites.
The Beatles song “She Loves You,” which popped into my head soon after I
received my wife’s letter from the Red Cross, was the most popular.
For reasons that baffled me, the guards relished singing it with me. I began by singing its first verse. My three Taliban guards, along with Tahir and Asad, then joined me in the chorus.“She loves you — yeah, yeah, yeah,” we sang, with Kalashnikovs lying on the floor around us.
Once again, the Beatles prove inescapable, even in this very remote corner of the world, among a society that shuns western decadence, music in and of itself, and especially rock and roll. I'm very happy this reporter made it out alive, and I'm heartened by the musical message that continues to resonate among people everywhere. I feel very fortunate to be able to relay that message occasionally here in my own little corner of the world. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/10/20/world/asia/20hostage.html?_r=1&ref=todayspaper
