Kabul is unlike any place I have ever seen. The streets are rutted, lined on both sides by open sewers. Driving through the city is like driving back in time. At first glance, it appears that the city is blissfully unaware of the fact that the world is in the 21st century. In front of a meat market, every animal, except for pigs, is hanging from a hook, completely dressed out with no where to go. Customers surround the fly-covered carcasses, pointing out the cuts they. If will all be sold...read more

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