I actually remember the night that the king was overthrown.  I was in Kabul, my parents were at the hospital where my mother was giving birth to my youngest brother that night, and we heard the gunshots, and we heard the tanks rolling in and all of the rumbling. I was home with my grandmother, and I said, “What is that noise?”  And she said, “Oh, they hunt ducks at night. Don’t worry about it, they’re just hunting ducks.”  I wake up in the morning, and there’s a couple of buildings have been damaged and so on, but otherwise there was not much violence.  We woke up to a whole new country.  So that was the reality, the political reality at that time.  And then again, there were economic reforms and more promises and so on made.  I left in 1973 when the president, Daoud Khan, was still in power, and it was from Paris where my father was working for the Afghan Embassy that we watched everything unravel, first with the Soviet, the communist coups of April ’78, and subsequently the invasion in December ’79 by the Soviet Union.