Here’s what happened the other day … Every day, in the room we train in, I hear drums playing, horns blowing and people jamming.  Yesterday I took it upon myself to investigate the source of this funkiness.  So I walked the halls of the fine arts building at Kabul University.   I was stopped on one staircase by some heavenly rabab playing.  Coming from where, I didn’t know.  It was magical and lovely to just stand there and listen.