Hardware Shopping
As it turns out, Jalalabad has no Home Depot. Not even an ACE Hardware. So, when I wanted to purchase an arc welder  to make furniture and art out of old ammo cases and bullet casings, Mehrab took me and Peretz to the bazaar. More specifically, to the hardware store section. Jam packed stalls nestled next to one another, crammed and overflowing with jumper cables, machine belts, rusty bolts, and cheap Chinese screw drivers. Functioning as individual isles of the larger bazaar,  the coexisting shops all stock many tools while each specializing in a few. A customer starts a relationship with one owner, who then sends runners from their staff to other shops along the way to grab any items not in stock. We choose a shop, out of accident more than reason, and began the process of buying tools.
First, we collected assorted wrenches, hammers, and screwdrivers, gesturing “bigger,†“smaller†or “heavier†to suit our needs. We perused the single aisle, avoiding the pair of chickens roosting under the fully stacked shelves. Angle grinder. Leather gloves. Welding goggles. Check. Our shopkeeper showed us a file and told us it was “Good quality. Made in India.†Even Afghans have disregard for cheap Chinese made tools, although the store was still full of them. The quality products they see come from India, hopping over Pakistan to compete with inferior goods.
Then onto the reason we were there: a welder. The shop sold one option, a red metal box with 5 thick screws protruding, announcing the amps they would draw, and a grounding screw sticking out the side. Instead of a power cord, two bare wires extended, ready to be stuck directly into a socket, as is the local preferred method of “plugging in†an appliance. However, for this compact metal box to be useful as a welder we needed to piece together its attachments. The store sold us eight meters of heavy duty wire, cut off a large yellow spool. Next, we debated the merits of the two options for handles and settled on a heavy duty grip. But when I inquired about a grounding clamp, vitally needed to complete a welding arc, our shopkeeper seemed perplexed. He sent one of the boys lingering in the shop off to find one, while he encouraged us to drink some chai. We perched on tanks of gas and sipped steaming hot cups of sweetened, cardamom flavored tea until the boy returned, with a pair of jumper cable clips. Not exactly what I had in mind, but it’d do.
The bits and bobs added up to most of what would be needed or useful for arc welding and so, as we paid the shopkeeper, our tools and supplies were loaded into a wheelbarrow for transport. Next step: assembly and testing of the MacGyver welder.