My good friend Hannah has sent me a link to this site. It portrays Hazaras from Afghanistan who are studying in Mongolia. For me is was a surprising treat and brought back so many memories. I am so glad to see the young women, few of whom I actually got to meet in the Hazarajat; clearly the times and the context are different. In ways difficult to explain I have a deep feeling for the Hazaras, among whom I spent the better part of two years many years ago. For this reason I will never be able to read the Kite Runner -- I break down in the first few pages; the experience brings something out of me I never knew was there. Could other anthropologists have such sentimental attachments to the people they studied? For reasons I can't explain I dearly loved the people I knew. Now I see their offspring, and I am thrilled.
[Click on the title to see what has stimulated such memories.] http://www.eurasianet.org/node/64351
[Click on the title to see what has stimulated such memories.] http://www.eurasianet.org/node/64351
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