Leaning against the gun of a tank now defeated by time and rust, this man poses with the calm of one who has seen history change many times. His glasses, decorated with the American flag, reflect a paradox in the country's history: a fragment of the West in the heart of Afghanistan. There is no provocation or irony in his gaze, only the calm and silence of someone who lives daily among the ruins of the past and imported symbols. Behind him, a child plays on what was once war, while a passerby leaves it behind. He, however, remains impassive.