Summer 1978, our return home to Sweden after our escape out of Afghanistan

           Our escape out of Afghanistan in 1978, led us through the countries of Iran, Turkey, Bulgaria, Yugoslavia (which is what it was called then), Hungary, Greece, Austria, Czechoslovakia (the name of the country at the time), Germany, Denmark, and finally a ferry over to Sweden.  We traded duty free cigarettes for gasoline, which was a more valued currency during the gas shortage of 1978.  After returning home to Sweden for awhile, our parents enrolled us in Swedish school again.  It was during the fall that I found out that I desperately needed glasses, and the whole world became clearer to me.  I never knew that the birds I heard were actually visible on the tree branches, and that stars in the night sky were not supposed to be a blur.

By the end of 1978, my father had acquired a position in the northern territory of Australia, and we were off again on another adventure.  Now I could translate sentence by sentence from my journals at the time, but I have decided to instead look through the journals, and summarize to you what happened.  However, before I tell you about our two years in Australia, I have to summarize for you where it all started.  You see there was a me before my journal in Afghanistan, even if it was not in the form of a journal.  So here goes...  A flashback to the beginning of my life.
I will enter it as separate blogs, to organize my thoughts.