After this first glimpse yesterday, today was a walk around, going blind and getting lost through the neighborhoods of Kabul, trying to see, and learn a little more. The sky filled with dust gives this brownish tone to everything. it is gorgeous, the kids walk around, the youngster working at the simple carpenter around the corner.
Discovering the different sides of the capital, the poor neighborhoods, the residential areas, the center were most of the sensitive buildings are, surrounded by soldiers, their jeeps, some US convoy, moving stuff, standing a couple of meters away, you can hear some “fuck you” by random people walking along.
People clashes, the happiness and relief of the departure of the Taliban as since a long time already left place to anger.
Beings are fascinating, and through the crowd i can’t help myself looking at their beauty, what do they believe in, what will they do in the next minutes, what is their stories, who they are… Kabul is complex, Kabul and the feelings that it gives is hard to explain.
Back at the hotel, meeting two young men, we talk about the country and what has and will happen here. They hope for the best, but it will takes time, probably a few decades. But lets hope by the education and by knowing better, their people will get together, and create what’s next.
Catching up with Jaakko the finish friend met few weeks back in Uzbekistan, the time is a little different, and also great, going through the old city, searching for some goods, the busy, crazy old city, with her smoke, her dirt, her mud, with sellers of all kinds, few helicopters passing by every once in a while, chilling by the schicha place at night, the cute and heartbreaking homeless kid, every night coming to sell his books, Kabul has a lot of poverty, a lots of women in the streets often left alone, or being widow, many orphans, some neighborhood are extremely poor..
An fortunate meeting, by the schicha place one night, Pansjiry, that invites us to see their valley the next day.
