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Mazar-e-Sharif, Afghanistan

Man in the markets in Mazar-e-Sharif selling his life, buying someone else’s

Things went in waves. Some days we felt safe and happy and free. This wasn’t the case for the Afghans. Other days we felt trapped by a few words we’d have to wear. We heard about a market where locals were selling their belongings. The country had come to a stop while the Americ…