Kabul, Afghanistan
Friday afternoon in Karte Char district in Kabul. All the boys big and small gather the nearby hill to fly the kites at five o’clock every Friday. They fight with them – the string truly is sharp as knife, I got a cut to my finger when I tried. And then small fast kids run after the fallen ones. Laughter and yells of joy echo from the narrow roads, once again after dark years.
In this area there are shops where kites are still hand-made, the skill learned from a father to a son. Patiently, they wait to be chosen by the right owner.
October, 2007.
