Mediterraneo, Società Civile, Politica e Interculturalità
Of Kabul I remember the dirty snow and the shops of pistachios and walnuts. Of Kabul I remember that thick, dark smog layer encapsulating the town’s air bubble I could see from above, from the top of Shir Darwaza mountain. A whole humanity was swarming in the streets under the layer, squeezed like their poor…
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My first time in a fertilizers factory. Built by the Soviet Union in 1967 and commissioned in 1974, located nearby Mazar Sherif, not far from the borders with Uzbekistan. Large, rationally designed, antiquated in its appearance, surrounded by scattered trees and high grass, in the middle of the countryside, accessible via an old paved road,…
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Scene 1 The husband calls the wife complaining that nobody serves him a cup of tea. He sits on a cushion, in the living room. The wife comes, reassures him that the water is boiling, and asks him to talk over an important topic. The husband, a moustached man, raises his voice and says: “Bring…
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Kabul reminds me of Rio de Janeiro, a never ending urban carpet teeming with life, surrounding rocky and statuesque peaks, at which feet the poorest build their own shelters clinging to the mountain’s vertical walls. The only differences are that Kabul’s peaks are naked and trees are lonely, women are hiding their beauty in public,…
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Gianluca Solera 