21.05.12
Arab Maytime, European Summer, American Autumn, and now the challenge of winter. Here in Kabul, Afghanistan, the travelers of our unoriginal Voices for Creative Nonviolence delegation share an apartment with several of the originative and determined “Afghan Youth Peace Volunteers” who’ve risked so much for peace of mind here and befriended us so warmly over the past two years.
Our apartment doesn’t have indoor heating or hot tap water. We away up, overnight, in blankets, quilts and sleeping bags, and the Westerners, unaccustomed to the indoor unfeeling, wear at least five layers of clothing during the daytime. Tap water is contaminated, electricity shortages are familiar, and internet access is spotty, but compared to those who live in Kabul’s escapee camps, we’re ensconced in plenty of creature comforts.
What’s more, we are warmed by a discernment of shared purpose, our spirits high, building and exploring relationships which are a exemplar and a hope to us, in these dark warlike times, of peaceful futures. Parts of each day are dedicated to free language exchanges, studying Pashto, Dari, and English. I be acquainted with it’s a temporary experience, for me, but I feel intensely grateful for the chance to be part of this all-too singular community. We make our own hope. It’s a cold world but the trade to bring each other through it, itself is warming.
Source: CounterPunch