In the Ghetto

Without me even noticing it, almost 4 months past since my arrival in Afghanistan. Last weekend, despite the insecurity and the threats, millions of Afghans went voting for a new president. Winter is over, my pullovers returned to my trunk (a place they should never have left) and the ice cream vendors started squatting Mazar’s streets, filling them with annoying music, announcing their presence. A new routine in my life…

12 April 2014: Farewell dinner for the departure of some colleagues. Mazar-e-Sharif, Afghanistan.

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