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Sweet Afghan grapes 10/2006 - Nearly an hour later, our four-wheel drive led us up a winding road riddled with divots as our bodies bounced in rapid motions. Quietly, I prayed that our tires would not bump upon an anti-tank landmine, as the rains often wash away the soil in remote areas leaving the density of pressure to detonate these hidden killers of landmines that lay dormant for decades. Nearly 30 years of war in Afghanistan has washed winter snows carrying virtual landmines flowing downstream and left to dry in the clay baked summer sun. Nomads emerged from their tents and herded sheep along narrow paths marked by hundreds of “red and white” painted rocks indicating forbidden ranges in the mine-ridden red zone. The loss of an animal that strays into a minefield may cause an entire family to starve, so the Afghan sheep-herder has to be aware of his surroundings at all times. |

