17/08/2021
SA NANGYAYARING KAGULUHAN NGAYON SA AFGHANISTAN, MULING NANUMBALIK KAY JESSICA SOHO ANG MGA NASAKSIHAN NIYA SA AFGHANISTAN NANG NAG-COVER SIYA RITO NOONG 2002.
NAKITA NIYA ANG PAMUMUHAY NG MGA AFGHANS AT NASAKSIHAN ANG PAGSABOG NG LANDMINE.
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MEMORIES OF AFGHANISTAN
"My producer, cameraman, and I almost lost our lives in a landmine explosion in Afghanistan in 2002. The trauma haunts me to this day: the deafening sound that suddenly rendered everything on mute, like on a gadget or a TV screen; the smell of burning petrol; the ripples of heat so accurately depicted in movies with explosions.
My cameraman Mannix Lazaro was only 10 feet away from where it exploded. I stil vividly remember hearing my producer Joy Madrigal calling “Move, move Mannix, move!”
My team and I were with the group Danish Deminers, who were working to rid the area around Bagram Air Base, just outside Kabul, from unexploded landmines.
But that is not all there is to the Afghanistan I remember.
First, the people. On the streets of Kabul: one-legged beggars, handicapped by the landmines; a few faceless women covered up in their dull blue burqas; the wide-eyed children, smart beyond their years; and the men who liked to stare at intruders, especially women, even though Joy and I had our heads covered.
The ravages of war so clearly etched in the faces of the Afghans we met and interviewed. Our young, idealistic guide Qahir, who was clearly sad and angry for his country. There was smiling Khalid, who I met in Pakistan the year before, now back in Kabul but his family home in ruins. Young and not-so-young girls in school, happy and eager to learn, along with the boys and the men.
I met two Filipinos in Kabul: our host Jessie Salazar, who worked with the United Nations, along with another lady.
There were several foreigners in the house where we stayed, mostly aid workers. They were all doing their bit to save Afghanistan.
This was about a year after 9/11. The Taliban had fled to the hills.
