Bulbul, l’oiseau des villes

In Karte, a west Kabul working-class district, at the crossroads of two important roads one will find the red bridge. At sunset, the passers crowd by. The song of the birds is covered by the noise of the cars. In this district, it is the most important sign of modernity. It is a place full of life and hidden violence. Here, instead of beautiful birds singing melodious songs, one finds miniature car washers; among them, Bulbul.