Good morning. Today we're in Afghanistan where there's already trepidation about NATO's departure in 2014.

The Boabs of Cairo, caretakers of buildings and moral guardians of their inhabitants.

Psychic energy, nymphs and symbolic lances, the Valley of Dawn cult in Brazil.

And why no West Bank party is complete without a Yasser Arafat look-alike.

In Syria a ceasefire agreed for the festival of Edel-Ada fell apart after only a few hours yesterday.

Activists reported fighting in several cities and a car bomb exploded in the capital Damascus.

Hopes for a peaceful holiday weekend disappeared.

Aid agencies hoping to use the truce to give aid and medical care were thwarted.

The United Nations says 20,000 people have been killed since the uprising against Bacheralasad's

government began last year.

The fighting between government forces and rebels has divided communities across the country.

But Tim Hewell finds the situation is more complicated than it might at first seem when he recently

visited a small town in Syria.

Above all, it's the mustaches that take you back.

Those luxuriant mustaches of the early 1980s as

sported by Graham Sooners and many of his Liverpool teammates.

Redolent of an era that in Britain was the heyday of Jeffrey Howe and

Boy George, the early taboo-breaking years of Brookside.

In Syria it was the time of the Hammer Massacre, when its dictator HafizalAssad used tanks, artillery, bombs and mass executions to put down an

Islamic uprising, his brother in charge of the operation is said to have boasted of killing 38,000 people.

But the mustaches, at least in Syrian provincial football leagues, were the same.

I'm in a concrete hut beside an astrotur soccer pitch on the edge of the small town of

...