Hamesha
He walked with a staff and a rosary in his hands, and an impeccably clean turban on his head. He timed the turning of the rosary beads to coincide with his steps. He took firm, determined steps and knew where he was headed to. In the vast deserts of Samangan, at mid-day heat, he was a sight to behold.Uma pequena dose do que se encontra no blog, e no flickr desse sujeito.
(Samangan, Northern Afghanistan -Summer 2008 )
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