“I saw it dissolve into a strangely clear horizon-there, a striated pyramid, stood the extinct volcano, a pain filled, deeply moving sight: permanence.” AfghanistanMountainsTravel WritingSwissTravellingHinduWomen WritersHorizons Book:All the Roads Are Open: The Afghan Journey Source: All the Roads Are Open: The Afghan Journey
“In the grand and changeful panorama of the Hindu Kush, I miss the young green, the gentle wind, the stirring song of spring. But we do not dictate our dreams, and I didn't dare look back at the receding snowy peaks as I turned onto the plains.” DreamsWindMountainsTravellerTravel WritingWomen WritersSnowyPlains Author:Annemarie Schwarzenbach