We pass through a small street with a stall selling straw, another selling chopped wood for the bukhari (a little metal stove used to heat the house in winter), a stall with a machine which looks like it bats down cotton, a prolific bread shop, and some auto repair shops.
One street was filled with tailors’ shops, kind of like a mini garment district.
No bunkers here. No hiding from life. No retreating nor surrender. Only life, transformation, movement.
Cynicism and hopelessness is dealt a mortal blow by people’s will to create their own futures. Ooooh yes, I’m back, and the reality of being here resurrects my faith in positive transformation. I suppose it’s right on time for Easter and Passover. Coming out from the dark, transcending oppression, reveling in life.
On Sunday my advanced workshop starts. I am excited for the actors to take the lead and explore how these techniques help people to articulate their hopes and dreams for a better tomorrow.
From the theater’s stage to life’s stage – they can’t stop and won’t stop … so neither will I!
So while you are eating that matzoh or painting that egg, remember life is growing here. There is freshness and green and much goodness to come.
More soon … K
P.S. – tell a friend about this work. We need people to have images of life in Afghanistan, rather than death.
