@fu:
Life here is more immediate, I would say. Like I know EVERYone in my neighbourhood, EVERYone asks after your health and the family. Also people have good people-memory here. I take (standard issue) yellow cabs most of the time and over the (now more than 5 years) people get to know you. So it's funny to have a random taxi stop and address you by name, even after a year or more.
Life's simpler, too. I mean, ok, in Europe it's what - work, play, sleep, repeat. I guess we have more work and less play here. But it's the whole attitude. The fact that whereever you go, if you know people or not, if you're a guest you're a friend of God and you have to sit down and have tea and people will share their food with you even if they have barely any of their own.
I guess it's more heartfelt here. Given all the misery, I guess that's the only thing people have left. Each other.
Favourite part? A few years ago I met a guy who belongs to one of the ethnic minorities (ok, we have A LOT of ethnicities here, but this is a real minority), the Pashayi people. They have their own language, own culture. So I've been to their homeland twice so far, learned some of their language, in return they've treated me like their long-lost brother and I feel privileged to be able to go there because it's in the South-East of Afghanistan, pretty much a no-go zone for anyone who's not from there. I have beautiful pictures from there, just haven't gotten round to putting them up on my (barebone) website yet. Once I do, I'll give a heads-up here. Then everyone can see what I'm talking about.