“The main roadway was pedestrian only, but as busy as any bridge in any major city in the world. We moved to the sides to avoid the main throng. Men walking rapidly with expensive briefcases, women in their best finery carrying shopping bags. Office workers late for their meeting and young men dressed in their sharpest threads, on their way to meet either a lady or a group of lads. It was a people watchers' dream location.
I moved into the more sedate arches and recesses running down each side of this simple, yet sophisticated structure. Unplanned, Faizullah moved to the left, while I moved to the right. Separated, we each discovered our own secrets of the people of this bridge.”
Excerpt From: Jamie.B Ernstein. “The Last Jew of Kabul.”