This is a smaller piece than other with faces on them. To me it could have been more of a wine carafe than a vase. To be honest, all the antiques were spread out all over the lawn in this Afghan refugee camp I was in with the ex Army General from Afghanistan fleeing the Russians at that time. He was explaining as much as he could from what he knew as a dealer all his life, mostly while in uniform I might add!, but it was so overwhelming, especially when all that was catching my eyes were pieces that were clearly a thousand and way more older, but he would not take a chance with me yet on such antiquities.

They eventually were attacked by a squad from Al Qaeda to capture the 2 people at the Army General's compound. Word travels fast in a refugee camp and the people are, in most cases starving and their babies screaming non-stop from the mosquito bites by the hundreds, and when one desperate criminal type says something to the wrong person, before you know it, they come looking for you.

That story is on a blog as well, the events told in an email within an hour or 2 after they left as the sun was beginning to make it's daily rise in the sky to scare them off, but not before cramming all the antiquities they could fit in their vehicle, which, thankfully left no room for the ex General's 13 year old brilliant, seven language speaker, daughter, whom they wanted to kidnap as a ransom for the heads of one of his daughters living in Canada and the Canadian man known as Hank Cooper. Luckily for me I got sick and asked to take me to the airlines and make a change in my ticket to leave early. Upon my arrival in Canada and after just a few days, cam an email how close I came to being captured in real life, for sure to be tortured and probably worse!