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Qala-e-Fatullah, Kabul 34˚ 31′ 42.42″ N 69˚ 10′ 18.09″ E One morning you get out of the house, the white Corolla is waiting for you on the main road. You jump in and turn right heading down town. A man with a yellow fluorescent waistcoat stops you. He stands by a big orange digger, he […]
One of the advantages from being stuck in traffic is the fact that you may be surprised by unexpected landscapes reflected on unexpected surfaces.
A postcard from Kabul. On a rainy day.
It is the first day of rain. I have been dreading it for a while. And here it has come. Now deal with it. The cold is gentler, true; but everything else… You try and navigate the unpaved roads on foot! And me being me, clumsy AND stubborn, I am refusing to wear boots as yet […]
Traffic, traffic and more traffic. And roadworks and dust. Everybody in Kabul talks about traffic and roadworks, roadworks and traffic. Of its disruptions and the many inconveniences they cause and the absurd logic that seems to drive the idea of refurbishing a city all at once. Not to be the one who always looks at […]
Evidence defies definitions in Afghanistan. Modernity becomes a fluid and blurred concept. Details of daily life – after a simple walk on the streets – make you wonder about the assumptions you have travelled with, reaching Kabul from faraway lands, with your respectable degrees and well groomed ideas. Reality defies preconceived categories. Reality generates questions. […]