Pubdate: Wed, 06 May 2009
Source: New York Times (NY)
Page: A14
Copyright: 2009 The New York Times Company
Contact:  http://www.nytimes.com/
Details: http://www.mapinc.org/media/298
Author: Dexter Filkins

Kabul Journal

DRUGS HOLLOW OUT AFGHAN LIVES IN CULTURAL CENTER

KABUL, Afghanistan - The men, hollow-eyed and matted, start coming at 
dawn, shuffling into the remains of the old Soviet Cultural Center, 
which in its day staged films celebrating the glories of a new era.

These days, the shell of the abandoned building serves as perhaps the 
world's largest gathering spot for men looking to satisfy their lust 
for heroin and opium. Stooping in the darkened caverns of the place, 
amid the waste and exhalations of hundreds of others, the men partake 
of the drug that has begun to wreak its deathly magic in the very 
country where it is produced.

One such man, who called himself Mohammed Ofzal, struck a match 
beneath a piece of foil and sucked in the blue smoke that rose from 
the liquefying little mass. Then he sat back in a crouch, legs 
shaking a little. His eyes, glazed and half-shut, stared blankly at the floor.

"My parents are fed up with me; they are telling me to quit," Mr. 
Ofzal said. He said he was 18. His clothes, unlike nearly everyone 
else's in the gathering post, were pressed and clean. He said he 
would go home soon; he would not be spending the night. "If you don't 
take care of yourself, you could die here."

Around him were a hundred other men, some crouching, some collapsed, 
some unconscious; some, perhaps, were dead. The visitors, though not 
the denizens, covered their faces from the smell. Mr. Ofzal lit 
another match and bent down to drink in the smoke.

Afghanistan, the world's largest producer of opium, is drowning in a 
sea of its own making. While the country's narco-traffickers ship 
vast quantities of the stuff to Europe and the United States, enough 
of it stays behind to offer a cheap and easy temptation to the people 
at home. A United Nations survey taken four years ago revealed 
200,000 opium and heroin addicts in a population of about 35 million; 
a new study, to be completed in the summer, is expected to show even more.

Addiction in Afghanistan is rising along with the country's opium 
production, which is cranking at something close to fever pitch. With 
much of its society and many of its institutions ruined by 30 years 
of fighting, Afghanistan produces more than 90 percent of the world's 
opium. The money earned from narcotics accounts for more than half of 
the country's gross domestic product. It feeds the Taliban insurgency.

The Soviet Culture Center is the most public of arenas in which to 
view the trade's depredations on ordinary people. (For the men, that 
is; the center, like virtually every other public place in 
Afghanistan, is strictly segregated by sex.) The building sits in the 
Dehamatzang neighborhood of western Kabul, the scene of ferocious and 
prolonged fighting during the civil war that engulfed the country in 
the 1990s. The exterior walls are crumbled and pockmarked with bullet holes.

Inside is a landscape of extraordinary human wreckage. The rooms 
resemble catacombs; lightless and fetid and crammed with dozens, even 
hundreds, of bodies, each one clinging to his bit of space, his bit 
of elixir. Clouds of blue smoke rise, linger and dissolve. Almost no 
one speaks. In a corner, a man, seated on the floor, offers candy and 
cigarettes. In an ordinary day, 2,000 men pass through here. That's 
on top of the nearly 600 who never leave. "Did you bring any money?" 
one of the men asked, as hunched and withered as a gargoyle.

"No," said another, slipping his friend a tiny packet.

Next to them a body slumped in an improbable pose - curled, stiff, 
yet balanced, delicately, as if on the head of a pin. After a time 
the body fell over, as frozen as before. No one looked up.

Men and boys are not the only people who have fallen prey to the 
drug; women and girls are merely harder to find. Typically, females, 
prohibited from wandering the streets, stay indoors, which mitigates 
their helplessness but shields them from help.

A woman named Aziza, for instance, lives at home with her six 
children, who range in age from 18 months to 21. Aziza, who like many 
Afghans has only one name, is a gaunt and reduced figure, possibly 
beautiful once, but now a woman of papery skin and sunken cheeks and 
eyes sunk deep in her skull. For Aziza, as for many here, smoking 
opium is a way to escape a life without hope.

Two years ago, Aziza's husband died in a car accident, and with no 
way of supporting her family on her own - women in this deeply 
conservative society do not generally work outside the home - she 
fell into despair. One day, a friend offered her a pipe and opium. 
She took it. Since then, Aziza has been smoking two or three times a 
day, sometimes in front of her children.

"Opium has been a good friend to me; it has taken away my sorrows," 
Aziza said, seated in the corner of her one-room house, with her 
children looking on.

Kabul contains a tiny handful of clinics that treat drug abuse, but 
they have nowhere near the capacity to treat the number of people in 
need. About six months ago, the counselors from one clinic, alerted 
by the neighbors, found Aziza in her home and invited her to the 
clinic. Aziza stayed for 24 hours.

"When I need it, it is a kind of an attack," she said afterward. "I 
can't resist the opium; it is stronger than I am."

With her children standing by, Aziza reached into a cloth bag and 
produced a filthy spoon, a bit of powder and a straw. Her 6-year-old 
son, Mirwais, stood to his mother's left, 10-year-old Sonia stood to 
her right. Aziza, eyes glazed, struck a match but could produce no 
spark. She tried again and failed. Finally, Sonia took the box from 
her mother's hands, struck a flame and handed the match to her mother.

Aziza bent over and breathed in the blue smoke.
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