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Viktor Pinchuk One day in Afghan prison

I was, by all outward signs, on "Soviet territory", and the fact that somewhere nearby, three hundred meters away, there is a country of Afghanistan, sounded somehow fabulous and unrealizable, as if Afghanistan is a kind of restaurant or cinema. Of course, I refused: "What taxi for beggars?" The driver, having learned that "client" without a penny, offered to give a ride for free. I got into the car, and a hundred meters later, at the gate of border checkpoint, he dropped me off: then — only with a visa.
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Viktor Pinchuk One day in Afghan prison

Afghanistan is number one, followed by Iraq and Somalia (by the way: I tried to open a visa to Iraq twice — in Kiev and in Amman) , this strengthened the choice made. But don’t think that I’m a fan of the hot spots of the planet. Afghanistan is an original country. In a sense, it is a paradise for a photographer.
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Viktor Pinchuk One day in Afghan prison

The crowd of people in uniform who gathered from all corners "for the performance" was also not strong in languages: no one really knew Russian or English, only the word "Shuravi" (translated from Farsi — "Soviet". — Ed.) sounded several times in their conversation. That's all I understood. I was looked at as an alien, perhaps another comparison would be more correct: that's how they look at a harmless cute old man who raped a flock of sheep.
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