Leaving Kabul

I had to stay overnight in the transient building at KIA, in order to make my early morning flight to Bagram. The building was almost full, so I found a section full of Romanians that had one open bunk. After verifying that it was indeed unoccupied, I proceeded to set up camp. Then I realize that these folks are not Romanians, but Greeks -- the worst kind of Romanians. One of the fellows proceeds to lecture me about some topic in Greek. I have studied ancient Greek for several years, but this proved little help. The only modern Greek I speak is, "cheeburger, cheeburger."