Desert Storm

““The desert itself had already treated us to an array of yellows, ochers and blues. Yet, as we headed into the harshest area, all the colours blended into a strange colourless glow; a black hole for light. A storm was gathering in the south and sand was blowing high in the sky, absorbing all the wavelengths of light. It became increasingly difficult to distinguish between the hazy, blue sky which sat unmoving above us and the dark maelstrom to the south. There was no clear border. I still find it difficult to fathom the ease with which the desert made all these colours indistinguishable from each other, yet so different.”

Excerpt From: Jamie.B Ernstein. “The Last Jew of Kabul.”