They forced my father

I’m from Goshta, Nangarhar. Goshta is a small village between the mountains. There’s a river. My village is located on the left side of the river – just like the old town in Cologne on the left side of the Rhine. We have many green fields and many large houses. We have no electricity and in the summer we have about 50 degrees. The summer is not easy to bear. Continue reading “They forced my father”

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