读了一半多了,让我有了解阿富汗的机会,以前一直以为阿富汗人与我们很远,其实不然。书前半部写的很精彩,尤其很多场景很像中国艰苦时期孩子的情景,爬树,滚车轮,扔石子,特别有画面感。 很多话看着让人很有感触: We are a melancholic people, we Afghans we wallow too much in ghamkhoric and self-pity. we give in to loss, to suffering, accept it as a fact of life, even see it as necessary. 一个饱受战争折磨的民族是不是都这样呢?