The experience of globalization, to me, is that giddy feeling of weightlessness and momentum you feel as the rollercoaster gathers speed. Parts of the world start to blur, lose their distinctness, acquire new characteristics, then are whirled away. Distant objects seem to leap toward you, forcing themselves into focus, before they too melt into the past. You may not even be sure that your stomach is making the trip with the rest of you, as you too seem to slip apart.

Wobbly, you still try to brace yourself because you know for certain that new shocks and shifts are about to occur, you will very soon - and yet again - be thrown for a loop.

In Kabul:
First, Bjork in a taxicab, but then, in a market, piles of bootleg copies of The Passion - right next to a box set of The Simpsons.