From Afghanistan

A friend is travelling through Afghanistan as part of a circus (yes, a circus). One of his more recent emails:

Salaam from Karte Seh, Kabul,

I hope this finds you safe and in good spirits. I have a new telephone number and mailing address in the U.S., noted at the bottom of this email.

Nearly one month ago, what little I knew of Afghanistan I knew by pictures and words, maybe a couple good books, like “Kite Runner” or “An Unexpected Light,” and sound bites from the Boston Globe or Washington Post. Even if I knew better, I still had in my mind images of stoic-faced men with turbans and rocket launchers hiding in caves.

The news wasn’t pretty specific. “17 suspected dead in helicopter crash…explosion in internet cafe kills several foreign NGO workers…U.S. forces growing closer to Osama… Concerns for escalated violence as Parliamentary elections approach…Hamid Karzai to root out ”foreign spies“ in government…”

What it didn’t, and doesn’t, convey about Afghanistan is what I consider so far to be at the heart of my experiences here: the laughter, tenderness, hospitality, and religious and ethnic diversity in daily life. I hope I can share some of that with you, to round out the news reports.

A week ago I found myself bouncing around in a van with a cracked winshield on the famous road between Kabul and Herat with seven married Afghan men for ten hours at a time. We passed through the former Kush empire, through lands once under Greek rule by Alexander the Great, past the mysterious caves and mountain-castle of Zoroaster, through herds of goats and dozens of streams, past upside-down tanks and empty roadside rocket shells, and finally through the remains of the Bamyan bazaar, a site where Buddhists and spiritual seekers have lived, studied, and gathered from all around the world since the 5th century (AD). This was the site of the famous Buddhas that were destroyed by the Taliban because they were considered images/false idols.

Along the way, Hamid, Du’ad, Nadir, Asad, Jamil, and Sher Khan have more than a dozen laughing fits. I’d never seen a group of Afghan men laughing playfully until this trip, even though it happens all the time here. They sing to the radio and clap until my ears echo with Indi and Afghan pop music. We stop along the way and squat by a river, eating fresh mangoes and watermelons, then for daily prayers. They tease me like a close friend and we break bread together at every meal, eating naan flat bread for breakfast, then potatoes, rice, oils, and naan for lunch and dinner.

In Bamyan, we gave six performances in different schools, for both boys and girls. One of the MMCC girls even gave a juggling performance at a girls school. (Imagine the impact on a young girl’s sense of self confidence and self agency from juggling three clubs in front of hundreds of her peers, meeting great applause and laughter!)

Attached are a few pictures from the Bamyan performances, including one where you can see the smaller Buddha in the background (or the great rock inset where it used to stand over 100 feet tall. It is said to have had a gold plated face that reflected light onto the town of Bamyan in the morning sunlight). We also performed beside the green waterfalls of Banda-amir, and at schools in Shaidon and Didir.

These performances were entertaining for the audiences, but they always deliver important messages in powerful ways. Skits include, for instance, a piece on conflict resolution that uses a frog, a horse, and a bear, where the frog and the horse can’t get along, and the bear enters as the peace-maker. Since it would be inappropriate for the MMCC performers to speak about conflicts between Afghan ethic groups directly, the metaphorical use of animals conveys the same message indirectly. Other skits teach about hygeine, malaria prevention, and safety measures to avoid land mines. In a region where culture and custom is often said to trump laws and rules, the use of persuasion through circus arts is an especially pragmatic method of promoting social change. Simply handing out brochures, posting posters, or talking to local elders seems to change very few minds alone.

Now I’m back in Kabul, training a group of Afghan kids for an upcoming tour of Germany and Denmark, beginning August 3rd. For most of them, this is the second time out of the country. The first time was when they fled to Pakistan or India during the Taliban regime. Nearly all of the MMCC kids are refugees, and the population of Kabul continues to soar as Afghan families return to their native lands (some ethnic groups have waited generations for this chance).

In other interesting and unusual news — I received a call from the White House in May, to my surprise. They wanted a performance in June, but because I was out of the country, my friend Ben Sota ( went in my place. Now he tells a good tale of having a food fight with a few Senator’s children, at least until their parents intervened… I’ll likely perform there over Christmas instead, if exams allow it.

Also, the website has been updated, and so has the MMCC’s website: . If you’re curious, I invite you to check them out, and of course feedback is always welcome. My mailing address and phone number in the U.S. has also changed. The new information is posted below.

Hodahafez, blessings, and care, Zach

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