It has been snowing for the more than thirty-six continuous hours, a relentless storm that is good for the perched earth after a year of drought, but leaves the body craving for an insatiable desire for warmth. The 160 families who live in the Hussain Khail refugee camp, one of the fifty-four in the outskirts of Kabul, have been there ten years or ten days; knee-deep in frozen mud, they let life go by. They all belong to the same clan and come from different villages in Kunduz province. Caught in the crossfire between the Afghan government and the Taliban, they had no other choice but to flee – victims of an advancing frontline, taken by surprise by the disasters of war: at lunch, on the road, while visiting a relative. Those who live in Hussain Khail are the ones who are defined by statistics as collateral damage – they…

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