kalasenkov, peak, derectors, rpg, rockets yes, yes, sub, pony. seller of pigeons from a dirty market let us down; he didn’t show up at the appointed time, maybe he changed his mind or was afraid to lead us to a mountain village, where most likely a not-so -cordial meeting would have awaited us, and there were probably never any pigeons there. in kabul we met another person. the owner of this dovecote lived for a long time in... the sound inside is just some kind of magic, indeed, it relieves any stress, afghans are very gambling, you think that a flock of birds worth the cost of an expensive car is flying now solely for the pleasure of the owner, of course not, the birds flew out on a mission, free hunting, there is, yeah, that’s where the excitement lies, you can catch stranger, he joins the pack, then lure him to catch him, he will live for another week in a cage, he will be part of the pack, the stranger’s owner will come, he will pay for him, there is something in this, good, yes, great! kabul from a bird's eye view, and even in such a beauti