![]() ![]() I felt lost in a sea of mostly-anonymous burkas. I felt like I had to physically turn my head to see anything around me. I felt closed in and like I had blinders on. There was one chapter that I loved, “Billowing, Fluttering, Winding.” Seierstad sets out to make the reader experience life inside the burka, and I felt that she pulled it off very well. She finds out that some of his politics and beliefs are more liberal than one would expect, but he still very much rules his family with iron authority. She thinks she has found an enlightened Afghan man and asks him for permission to live in his house for a while and write about everyday life in an Afghan household. She and the proprietor, Sultan, hit it off at first and she is invited to spend a little time with his family. She stumbles upon a bookshop and goes in. ![]() ![]() After following the Northern Alliance troops around Afghanistan and reporting on the fall of the Taliban, journalist Åsne Seierstad finds herself in Kabul. ![]()
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