Consequently the fall of the Twin Towers in NYC and the decision of the United States to bomb Afghanistan in order to retaliate for the terrorist attacks of 9/11, I decided to go as close as possible to the border with Afghanistan. On October 11th 2001 I was in Peshawar,Pakistan's spiritual city bordering with the tribal area, a lawless buffer zone between the two countries.
Both anti-war Pakistani and Afghan refugees and Osama Bin-Laden supporters were pouring on the streets protesting against the Western coalition.
Everyday after prayer clashes with local police were routine, while the hospitals were being overwhelmed by the relentless arrival of seriously injured Afghan refugees and their families.
I spent only 11 days in Peshawar, too little to understand a country as complex as Pakistan, but enough to fall in love with its people.