On a Friday afternoon this past summer at Pamir Cinema in the Old City of Kabul, the busiest day of the week, a standing room only crowd of several hundred young men in a smoke-filled room cheer on the hero of a Pakistani film as he seeks revenge against the villain. Match-heads flicker constantly, throwing flashes of light across the darkened theater as the men chain-smoke throughout the film. Cellphones ring, and men occasionally yell across the crowded room to locate friends. On stage a young boy dances with his hands raised in the air, illuminated by the projector, as his friends in the front of the audience cheer him on.
Only ten years ago, this would have been unthinkable in Kabul - the Taliban had banned, among other things, going to the movies. Today there are about a half dozen movie theaters that operate around Kabul, giving some relief to otherwise difficult conditions where most still find themselves in the impoverished metropolis.
"I’m just a fat guy sitting in the cold."
“Why are you sitting in the cold?”
“I’m waiting to go to work. I work an overnight security job. I live in Philly, but I take the bus up here and stay for four days each week. I can’t find work in Philly and I’ve got two kids.”
“Where do you sleep?”
“Starbucks, McDonalds, anywhere I can take a quick nap.”
" Believe whatever you want to believe. Love whoever you want to love. Fucking dance whenever you want to dance. " -Alex Gaskarth
* follow me *
"It’s two years since Sherlock’s death in John’s mind. He’s kinda got over the initial grief of his friend dying. His life has moved on— he’s fallen in love, he has a partner now. So we kinda join him at a point of his life where he’s kind of content." [x] / [x]
I still can’t get over the fact this is a sculpture on the floor and not a car submerged in milk
What?! I thought it was a car in milk!
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