Karkhla, Pakistan October 2001. For thousands of Afghan refugees, the exodus from their country, towards a better condition of living, turned to be just the beginning
of a new struggle for life.
Without any money, without job, and strangers in a hostile Pakistan, the afghan families had no other choice than labouring thirteen hours a day in the bricks factories spread all over the country.
One family, two thousand seven hundred bricks to be produced by hand every day.
A poor salary as a meagre consolation of their efforts, just enough to survive, serious diseases caused from the lack of hygiene, and kids from just the age of three years old starting a life without hope, forced to labour together with their parents to reach the daily target; thousands of heavy bricks.
Stolen childhood is called, stolen childhood I have witnessed.