Not My Base - Hussein Duvigneau

On holiday in Afghanistan with friends. I decide to take a walk out into the market, and begin to sense danger. Thinking about bombs, I avoid vehicles and crowds like the plague. One bus appears out of nowhere and I just manage to run out of the blast radius before it explodes. Men run out from the alleyways and the wreckage shooting into the backs of people running away. I manage to get back to the hotel to warn fellow travellers of the danger, none of whom take me seriously, until I show them the shrapnel wound on my hand.