Tracked down to his remote village in south-eastern Afghanistan, Naqibullah has memories of Guantanamo that are almost identical to Asadullah's.
Prison life was good, he said shyly, nervous to be receiving a foreigner to his family's mud-fortress home.
Good find. I thought it was rather interesting that the boy (name starts with an A, I already forgot it) seemed embarrassed mentioning that his town
was boring. His elders are also made because he's disobedient now. Hell yeah kid, don't let the man get you down.