Afghanistan - streetscapes
August 3rd, 2010
Today I crossed the friendship bridge. Walking, or still floating i guess. As I’m now used to do. Floating over the Amu-Daria. That Oxus river. The spine of Central Asia.
I played the usual games with the border soldiers. It feels like dancing on one foot with a passport gently balancing on my nose. Nothing to declare.
Uzbek soldiers: trying to make me regret leaving their home : heavy papers, with heavy stamps, heavy eyebrows and heavy waiting.
Afghanis soldiers openly letting me in, proudly showing a light grin of surprise : Canada ? Tourist ?
Welcome then. Float-in.
Floating papers and floating stamps. Floating heartbeats and floating brain.Chasing my heartbeat on an island, lost in the Earth. Insular experiments.
Floating papers and floating stamps. Floating heartbeats and floating brain.Chasing my heartbeat on an island, lost in the Earth. Insular experiments.
Get lost Olivier.
You're in Afghanistan.
