It is hard to watch such movies. There is a moment in the film that absorbs so much emotional power that it can easily become the main symbol of the "apocalypse of our days". This is when in one of the scenes above the crowd of legless cripples from the "Red Cross" helicopters they drop wooden legs on parachutes, like manna from heaven, then this very run of cripples of disabled people, rushing to race for artificial prostheses.
It turns out that these legless grasshoppers, jumping on crutches, are driven by a quite pragmatic goal, to snip off the legs not only for themselves, but also as a reserve, for relatives who are still healthy and unharmed, but can lose limbs at any time. Mine in this land is buried so much that enough for the second half of the population, the one that is not crippled.
Such Afghanistan will seem to someone to be a country of the doomed, to others, on the contrary, to some kind of a fictional and magical land, an almost mystical image of a completely different world, and even some other planet whose inhabitants do not know what death is. In addition, everything that happens around is just a natural expression of different forms of life.