It's funny, there doesn't seem to be anything special going on.
Ok, not so funny, nor is my rather tired attempt at humor. But every conversation with a European I've had today has ended with an afterthought: "Oh, Happy Easter." That hasn't been my experience when I've spent Easter in Europe.
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Afghans love flowers. I haven't actually seen them growing anywhere (however, I'm told the road to Jalalabad passes through new fields of poppies this year), but people tie boquets to their bicycles or cover the dashboards of their cars or seem to be just carrying around a sprig or a bud.
It isn't a formal "Easter", but the wild flowers of the fields and those from the gardens of men have certainly risen.
Happy Easter! Happy Spring!
Posted by Martial