With the cold making a comeback in Afghanistan, the new Buzkashi season started 2 weeks ago in Mazar-e-Sharif. Rather brutal (more than during my last visit), it remains an incredible experience.

After almost a year in Afghanistan, I sometimes still find difficult to realize that I am really working and living here. I still remember reading the book “The Photographer” and being fascinated by the pictures of the late Didier Lefèvre. This country was supposed to stay in my imagination, a fantasy in my traveler’s mind. Realizing that I went today to a Buszkashi match, like others go to a cinema, is just an additional reminder of how my life has changed. For the better and for the rest… 🙂


21 November 2014: A buzkashi match in Mazar-e-Sharif, Northern Afghanistan.


21 November 2014: An Afghan rider during Buzkashi match in Mazar-e-Sharif, Northern Afghanistan.


Some places are part of our unconsciousness. Documentaries we saw when we were children, books we read, movies we watched, picture we admired or stories we heard. So when you find yourself in the middle of such a place, for real, a weird but pleasant feeling appears. Mix between reality and dream, surprise and déjà vu. I am walking in Afghanistan, watching a buzkashi game.

20 December 2013: Buzkashi riders in Mazar-e Sharif, Afghanistan. [Click on the picture to enlarge it]