I have a mission: to show her the beautiful sides of this Moloch. The beautiful pages of a country that my father had to leave 33 years ago because he was politically different and I knew only a few.
We stop in Islamabad for a week. Above all, it's the weekend together with the Colonel and his family that will be remembered. Golf, archery and barbecue, our new friends make every effort to show us their home from the most beautiful side.
In the mountainous northeast of Pakistan, the worm is in it for us. In the middle of the night we are supposed to move into a remote police station, then I spoil my stomach. For a week we lie alternately flat and are happy when we finally leave this place again.
Life in northeastern Pakistan is hard, harder than in Germany. There is no heating, only rarely electricity and almost never hot water. But we find something wonderful here that we do not know from home. And can not help but think a little.
When I told my parents at home about our travel plans, my father asked anxiously, "You're not going to Pakistan, are you?" I told him back then that we did not go to Pakistan, "we're not crazy!"
In Rawalpindi we meet the mafia, celebrate with a corrupt senator, breathe the dirt of the street and are eventually arrested by the police and thrown out. Rawalpindi is an exciting piece of Pakistan that makes us shake our heads in disbelief.
It will not be silly: The border ceremony of Attari and Wagah attracts countless onlookers from Pakistan and India every night.