Taliban women in the Federally Administered Tribal Area are fleeting apparitions, ghosts fluttering under their sand-colors burquas.Their world is filtered by the grid of the burquas, identical to the cement grid of the windows, in a multiple fragmentation of their vision. What will be their gaze behind those shields? Will they observe, or dream, or hate? They hide themselves, walking quickly in the dusty alleys, holding the children who observe with curiosity.The young girls smile - the last visible smiles, then a veil will hide every expression and transform them into these silent ghosts.
