Pology Magazine

Afghanistan: A Very Short Walk in Bamyan By Ray Nayler About forty meters from the hotel, standing in the middle of a snowfield, I freeze. I simply cannot move any further; panic has gripped me. The onset has not been sudden; it began as a feeling creeping into my legs, an anticipatory feeling, as if at any moment it could happen. I could step on a landmine. Now the panic overwhelms me. I find I cannot take another step. It is early morning in Bamyan, Afghanistan in winter.