Sand and dust sweepers roam like ghosts through the streets of night-time Kabul. They go to work at dusk and clean the city streets to make them passable. The moon shines over Kabul, the neon lights within it. Constantly breathing in the dust, the sweepers talk: about the good old days when one could make one's way working at a gas station; about the bad new days when not everyone has electricity, and the Taliban are not giving up. “God should not create poor people!”
About the artist
I’m Ali Hazara. I was born in 1977 in a very remote village in Afghanistan: it’s called Ghvas and is in Behsood, in Wardak Province. Not long afterwards, in 1979, due to threats to my father, my family emigrated to Iran, which is where I spent my childhood. I returned to Afghanistan in 2004. In 2007 I started the cinema in Afghanistan with Ateliers Varan. I want to change the situation in Afghanistan, writing songs, making movies, and making fun of television programmes. But even after so many years there remains a dark image of my land in my mind, and it is dusty night.
Il était une fois Noor Jehan (2007)
