On returning in 1993, I found over five million people had fled the country, a million Afghans had been killed or missing. Every day we worked with many who were victims of war, poverty or one of the hundreds of thousands of people disabled through land mines and many of the estimated million war widows and orphans. A civil war continued through the three years I lived in Kabul writes Bob McKerrow in his introduction.
He writes further, "The spirit and tenacity of the Afghans and their love of their mountain lands impressed me beyond description and it was their indomitable spirit which inspired me to write, and capture on film, the tragedy and of the beauty I saw, andof my journeys into the mountains. A country where poetry and beautiful roses disguise the toughness of the people whose imagination, spirit and culture have been shaped by the mountains.
Mountains shape the people, people shape the mountains. They dominate the landscape of Afghanistan and these massive ramparts have shaped the lives, culture and the minds of the Afghan people for thousands of years. People and carpets are named after mountains, poets write, artists paint, novelists fictionalise, women embroider in their high valleys, legends and folklore abound and conquering Kings and Khans fall homesick for their grandeur and beauty.