Border Hopping
Jalalabad sits at the crux between central and south Asias, tucked into the mountains near the Kyber pass- the famous gateway to the Indian subcontinent. The people here are Pashtuns, and their tribes straddle the political boundary between Pakistan and Afghanistan. I’ve heard reference several times to “Pashtunistan,†a country that exists in only a cultural context, encompassing all the Pashtun people from both sides of the boarder. The red line on the map was drawn when British India pushed north into Afghan territory and the Afghan King ceded that land. However, the border has always been fluid- many Pashtuns grew up partially in Pakistan and travel between Jalalabad and Peshawar regularly. Thousands of Afghan Pashtuns moved eastward during the Soviet invasion or during the Mujahideen fought civil war that followed or when the Taliban government seized power.  They still have relatives there, who speak the same language and follow the same Pashtunwali code of ethics and honor. I’ve been told that Pashtun people don’t even need a passport to cross the boarder over the Kyber pass. Hazzaras and Tajiks will be hassled and need proper documentation. Pashto speakers who look the part get waved in. Politically we are in Afghanistan but culturally we’re slipping into Pakistan.
The maximum borders of Pashtunistan (shadowed in blue) and the Durand Line border in red.
- from Wikipedia Pashtunistan
Merry Christmas from Jalalabad
This is Dave. He’s our tribal elder here at the Taj Guesthouse — Malik Dave. He runs the Synergy Strike Force, which Peretz and I are now part of. He’s a US tank gunner turned MD PhD turned hippie-humanitarian aid-tech guru. He’s responsible for the flexible, organic nature of the projects we work on and gets batches of money to make them happen. Last night at our bar (the only bar in Eastern Afghanistan) he decided to take a holiday photo to share will all our friends back home. Says Dave: Happy Holidays from Jalalabad, where the Santa Surge took them by surprise!
Panorama of Jalabad Valley
Panorama of the valley where we are living, taken from the top of a Buddhist burial mound. You can see the Kabul river in the distance with the caves Osama Bin Laden lived in when he first came to Afghanistan behind it.
Take me for a ride in Kabul
This is footage I shot out of a taxi window while the boys and I were in stop and go traffic on Taimoni Street, heading for Pajhwok news.