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Introduction	They call me Nielsen. I began my career in the foreign services as a character in a play staged in a Danish suburb and written by some late Danish author back in the old century. The play was called The Parliament and I was the People. Then in February 2003, just before the Iraq war, I left the fiction to face reality. One beautiful morning I just stepped off the stage, left the theatre and took to the streets. Since then I have been on the move. For five years. I done service in Kuwait, in Iraq, in Jordan, Dubai and even in the US. Last fall they sent me into Iran. As an under cover agent. To start that revolution. Me and a colleague. Tall guy, red blonde, handsome. As bloody tourists. It didn’t really work, but at least along the way we had some beautiful girls and a lot of booze. But no revolution. In the end we got lost in the mountains north of Tehran. Since then I’ve been kept off the stage as a sleeping cell. In some mountain cave. Or in the midst of quotidian life. Can’t tell, really. But now they sent me in again. For the final countdown. In Kabul. Of all places! Off course? Well, yeah. The War against Terror. Operation Enduring Freedom. Never ending story.

Introduction

They call me Nielsen. I began my career in the foreign services as a character in a play staged in a Danish suburb and written by some late Danish author back in the old century. The play was called The Parliament and I was the People. Then in February 2003, just before the Iraq war, I left the fiction to face reality. One beautiful morning I just stepped off the stage, left the theatre and took to the streets. Since then I have been on the move. For five years. I done service in Kuwait, in Iraq, in Jordan, Dubai and even in the US. Last fall they sent me into Iran. As an under cover agent. To start that revolution. Me and a colleague. Tall guy, red blonde, handsome. As bloody tourists. It didn’t really work, but at least along the way we had some beautiful girls and a lot of booze. But no revolution. In the end we got lost in the mountains north of Tehran. Since then I’ve been kept off the stage as a sleeping cell. In some mountain cave. Or in the midst of quotidian life. Can’t tell, really. But now they sent me in again. For the final countdown. In Kabul. Of all places! Off course? Well, yeah. The War against Terror. Operation Enduring Freedom. Never ending story.