Viktor Pinchuk, One day in Afghan prison
“ I was, by all outward signs, on "Soviet territory", and the fact that somewhere nearby, three hundred meters away, there is a country of Afghanistan, sounded somehow fabulous and unrealizable, as if Afghanistan is a kind of restaurant or cinema. Of course, I refused: "What taxi for beggars?" The driver, having learned that "client" without a penny, offered to give a ride for free. I got into the car, and a hundred meters later, at the gate of border checkpoint, he dropped me off: then — only with a visa. ”
