Our car was going fast, as fast as is usual in the traffic madhouse that has descended on Kabul since Liberation on Tuesday. I expected the driver to stop. However, he pumped not the brake but the horn as the car bore down on her. The woman, her light blue burqa now flapping in the wind, had to scurry out of the way, stumbling and nearly falling as she did so, her steps limited by the width of the dress.