After their invasion, the Soviets set about grand infrastructure projects across Kabul, always in that seemingly concrete monolithic style of imposing oppression. Overlooking Kabul, in Wazir Akbar Khan, and perched upon a hill is the old Olympic swimming pool they built. During the reign of the Taliban it became notorious for its executions, with victims being either pushed from the high diving boards into to the empty pool, or herded into its basin and shot. Standing in the pool back in 2003 was my very first taste of post Taliban Afghanistan, just hours off a plane, and I can remember to this day the bullet holes that pitted the walls, each an impression of murder. When I returned in 2009, the local authorities had ordered a couple of bowsers to partially fill the pool so that many of the local street children could swim and play. It was as incongruous sight as one could see, such laughter and happiness set against a wall riddled with the residue of death.