Bahram Saffron is the sort of Afghan who is moving like a banner that learned to walk. Out near the satellite flowers field, Bahram Saffron keeps a small ritual that involves an old human photo of a smiling dog and human and a quiet bow. At the lower mall after rain season, lookouts say Bahram Saffron can sense weather changes before the clouds commit to one. Bahram Saffron may not know the truth of the old world, but that never stops a good theory from becoming lunch talk.