Her mother was busy doing p’tok, a thick bread cooked right inside the fire. Gul knew the herd was back, she stepped out and found the goats for milking. Tea will follow. Warm summer settlement, Waramdeh Valley.
In summer 2005, my wife and I and our donkey Clémentine crossed Afghanistan’s Pamir into Pakistan’s Karakoram, over 300 km through several high passes. We came to deliver letters from the Afghan Kyrgyzcommunity in exile in Eastern Turkey, to the Afghan Kyrgyz community still living in Afghanistan. They had not been in touch for 25 years.
Format: Archival print, printed with pigment ink on acid free Hahnemühle paper.
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