The Scariest Little Corner of the World

On the southern outskirts of the city Zaranj, where the last derelict shanties meet an endless, vacant country – beige desert and beige sky, whipped together into a single coalescing haze by the accurately named Wind of 120 Days – there is a place called Ganj: a kind of way station for Afghan migrants trying to reach Iran.

Read more at THE NEW YORK TIMES.

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