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Now feeling like butterflying and moving from one country to another (but will come back to India and Turkey very regularly) : did more scanning these last days, and this market…

There is in Peshawar an old, splendid, friendly vegetable market, where I loved to return to buy some fresh carrots etc – called « sabzi mandi », if I remember well…

The buyers and sellers agreed for the photo without really posing, I think their hands have interesting movements here, so it is in a way a "decisive moment"...

One of the places where I was feeling at ease in this city, where not many women are wandering in the streets - and if they are, it is often escorted and in groups, often wearing a burqa.

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There are so many guns in that area : mostly, to protect the honour of our women, I was told, "so it is a safe place, as everyone is on his guard : no banditry in Peshawar" (note, this was the year when the Taliban in Afghanistan were raising to power) ;

... still about this subject : wanting to meet people who spoke languages related to Turkish - I had met some of them in Quetta and I found it magic to be able to communicate with those Turkomen traders who looked so beautiful and exotic, and buy a very small kilim, ... I entered into a large Afghan refugee camp built with mud bricks in the outskirts of Peshawar, hoping to meet again such interesting persons, but the refugees there were mostly Pushtuns -

... anyway, here is the story : the manager of the camp, to whom a visit was necessary told me that not only had he a gun, but also his own « gun carrier » (who had just entered the room - a sort of armed body guard), who was the son of his father’s « gun carrier », and the trade is like this transmitted from father to son and to grandson ! (He belonged to a sort of elite class in his tribal community, he had a big stomach and piercing blue eyes)...

In the first place he wanted to sound very liberal, telling me that of course, he was drinking whisky etc, but suddenly, he talked fondly of his 2 daughters and his wife and his mood suddenly shifted from frivolous to serious, to my great relief :) (nothing dangerous, anyway, but a bit unpleasant, he had perceived me wrongly as an easy woman, probably drinking alcohol and ready for some adventure that he had imagined I guess...)

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This is getting too long, sorry, I enjoy writing and this process of looking back at old photos is healing for me ; more such souvenirs in other posts from Pakistan (I'll add them under ***) - Need to tell about my frustration sometimes, thinking that I was very appropriatly dressed - often, veiled, and never smiling during the first contacts ; but still, sometimes difficult !

(One of a few countries where I wished many times to be a man instead of a woman !...)

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