As I came closer to the town, I started to find crowds in the street. Merchants and shoppers hanging around the small shops. Children running everywhere along side of people with amputated legs.
The portraits of the late General Massaoud were hung in every corner of the town. Burkas were beautifully billowing in the wind. In the totally destroyed town, the survivors were living in harsh conditions.
The language barrier was not a problem at all when traveling around. every couple of strides I took, children gathered around and took me here and there, talking in an English that they said they had learned in the refugee camps.
They took me to tea shops, Nan bakeries, bean shops... I captured their daily lives that were not taken up in the foreign media even though Afghanistan was pulling their attention.