A postman searches for addresses in order to deliver letters. The city is Kabul. The streets have no names, the houses have no numbers. Every inhabitant knows only his own. It takes hours, sometimes a whole day, before a letter can be handed over. And often they have to be returned to the post office as undeliverable. One family is so happy to get a letter from the USA that they are convinced the postman must be a friend of their son and has carried the letter from there personally. So he has no alternative but to tell the family over tea that their son is doing fine, except that he’s getting a little fat.
FRA 2011, 27’