“After the half-light of the building, the light in the courtyard was
blinding, incandescent; the dust in it thick and old and bitter-tasting, as if
it had been swirling there for ever.
“We were in Afghanistan.”
Eric Newby, “A Short Walk in the Hindu Kush,” 1958
Eric Newby, “A Short Walk in the Hindu Kush,” 1958
Top: Storm on Jalalabad Road, Kabul, 2005
Bottom: Filtering the air, Kabul, 2005.
(Photos: Jim Chiavelli)
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