Three years nearly four
Three years, nearly four. Three years, nearly four, that I have wandered through Afghanistan, that I have tried to understand it. Sometimes exasperated, sometimes fascinated.
Kabul has become familiar to me, and yet I’m still as foreign here. Like a hommage to the country I invited myself in to, I have been trying to paint a portrait of its capital.
We have been shown everything of Kabul, have seen everything. I would rather keep a certain modesty. Just underline a few small details, that are hardly tangible. On the edge of perception. Maybe as a sign of respect.