It was mid-morning and Kabul was bustling with energy. Roads
were filled with cars, pickups, buses, bicycles
, motorcycles, minivans, military convoys
, UN LandRovers, and donkey carts
coming and going every which way. Traffic signals and speed limits seemed to be more of a suggestion than an actual rule.
Buildings ranged from tin-sided shops
, glass-covered banks
, and shiny wedding halls to the skeletal remains
from the previous wars. More important buildings— like government offices, military bases, and hotels— were surrounded by high walls barricaded with sand berms, and topped with scribbles of razor wire
. Wartime architecture.
Colorful arrays of produce stacked outside markets
, and small businesses lined the sidewalks selling fresh-baked naan
, pirated music CDs
, and sheep
. Everyone from beggars to businesspeople were just going about their day— like things may not have been ideal, but life went on.