When I was a teenage I enjoyed to watch through the palm of my hand, like through the spyglass. I unclenched my palm then clinched them tightly, trying to make the things visible that wasn't destroyed by a human, trying to imagine places at the time when they were wild. In Afghanistan I could stand with outstretched hand in opposite directions. Imagine that you are walking on the barely rolled road and there is nothing around! Absolutely nothing. You could only see slightly visible craggy outcrops of mountains.
Then you get into the village. There is nothing that could remind you about civilization. It's impossible to imagine, you just have to see it! There is nothing made from plastic. Even the rubbish looks different from other rubbish. There is just mud, you'll never see the butts or plastic bags. It is impossible to find something that will close the sky from your eyes except of trees. You could meet a child for whom you will be the first foreign person whom he saw.
When we entered the village the Sgt. said: " It seems that Taliban left that place only few days ago"! Neither we not children can't understand each other. I think that local children didn't see light bulb either. Our translator also couldn't understand their language. There are a lot of different languages in Afghanistan and every canyon has its own dialect. All houses are without glass that's why every room is dark but when you open the door, the light that gets inside, looks like the light from the painting of Caravaggio.
That place is like a time machine. But what direction is it works? We are like aliens who goes somewhere without any reason. Even our water is completely different. If the aliens would come to our planet, we will feel the same as the people of that village when they saw us! When you are walking across the village, life around stops. Everyone is standing and stare at you! We asked a bread and gave instead of a dollar. In a couple of minute we understood that they hardly need it. Someone said that they has a market not so far from the village, where they has been going once a week to sell poppy. Poppy, by the way, are growing everywhere. Now poppy just start to grow, but we are going exactly across the middle or diagonally the fields or gardens to avoid a mine!
Then you get into the village. There is nothing that could remind you about civilization. It's impossible to imagine, you just have to see it! There is nothing made from plastic. Even the rubbish looks different from other rubbish. There is just mud, you'll never see the butts or plastic bags. It is impossible to find something that will close the sky from your eyes except of trees. You could meet a child for whom you will be the first foreign person whom he saw.
When we entered the village the Sgt. said: " It seems that Taliban left that place only few days ago"! Neither we not children can't understand each other. I think that local children didn't see light bulb either. Our translator also couldn't understand their language. There are a lot of different languages in Afghanistan and every canyon has its own dialect. All houses are without glass that's why every room is dark but when you open the door, the light that gets inside, looks like the light from the painting of Caravaggio.
That place is like a time machine. But what direction is it works? We are like aliens who goes somewhere without any reason. Even our water is completely different. If the aliens would come to our planet, we will feel the same as the people of that village when they saw us! When you are walking across the village, life around stops. Everyone is standing and stare at you! We asked a bread and gave instead of a dollar. In a couple of minute we understood that they hardly need it. Someone said that they has a market not so far from the village, where they has been going once a week to sell poppy. Poppy, by the way, are growing everywhere. Now poppy just start to grow, but we are going exactly across the middle or diagonally the fields or gardens to avoid a mine!
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