
Pakistan is on standby to host more peace talks, but why was it chosen as a mediator?
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Hello. Today we go in search of a pioneering DJ who played for the displaced workers of the Chernobyl disaster 40 years ago. On the Iranian border, we catch a glimpse of how attitudes are shifting towards the war as uncertainty grows over prospects for peace in Kenya. We hear how farmers are dealing with months of drought while not yet recovered from the last one. And we find ourselves among the armadillos, capybaras and palo boracho trees of Paraguay's Grand Chaco. But first to Pakistan, which has embraced its role as mediator in talks between Iran and the us. The nuclear power, Islamic power is perhaps not the most likely candidate to have stepped into this role, with its fragile economy, on and off conflicts with its own neighbours and history of sectarian tensions. But as other governments have faltered, it seized the opportunity, having secured the trust of both the US and Iran. Caroline Davies has watched the events unfold in Islamabad.
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It was the tearing echo of the fighter jets that was the concrete sign there were arrivals. For weeks, Islamabad had been waiting. Whispers that Pakistan was involved in running a backchannel escalated to a crescendo of anticipation that the US and Iran could meet in the capital. Behind the scenes, its spring garden parties. As the jacaranda trees blossomed, diplomats, journalists, analysts, former military officers and other onlookers would swing wildly from complete conviction to dismissive skepticism, asking one another, but what do we know? The answer was, for a while, very little. Hints, suggestions, reassurances that this was not just city gossip. Islamabad has rarely been at the heart of international diplomacy on this scale, nor with such high stakes. Pakistan shares a border with Iran. The two countries call each other brotherly nations. There are historic, cultural and Importantly, religious ties. Pakistan has the second highest population of Shia Muslims after Iran, by many estimates, and many look next door for religious guidance. But the relationship isn't straightforward. In January 2024, Iran sent a missile into Pakistan's territory, targeting militant groups. It said Pakistan reciprocated, but then both sides decided to reconcile. Pakistan is not home to any US military bases, meaning that unlike many Gulf countries, it has not been targeted by Iran this time round. But it's the relationship between Pakistan and the United States that's been the focus of increased fascination here. President Trump and Pakistan's military chief, Field Marshal Asim Munir, met in June last year in the aftermath of the brief war between Pakistan and India. The relationship got off to a good start. Pakistan gave Mr. Trump two early wins, nominating him for the Nobel Peace Prize and handing over the man accused of planning the Kabul airport bombing to during the US withdrawal from Afghanistan in 2021. Since then, Pakistan has joined the President's Board of Peace and has remained close to those in his inner circle, signing a memorandum of understanding with World Liberty Financial, the Trump family's crypto venture for potential cross border business. The announcement that Pakistan would play host to talks came on social media in the final hours before President Trump said, a whole civilization will die tonight. Pakistan suggested a ceasefire and announced talks in Islamabad. A flurry of national pride bristled through the country. One front page proclaimed pakistan saves a whole civilization. On the news that Vice President J.D. vance would be visiting, AI generated memes began flooding social media. Vance eating a popular local dish, cheese paratha. Vance drinking chai. Vance riding on a motorbike, the wind blowing through his hair as the Pakistan flag billows in the background. There was still uncertainty the talks would happen. Even as the streets were closed with rolls of barbed wire and filled with posters proclaiming Islamabad talks. The roar of those Pakistan fighter jets accompanying the Iranian delegation. Then the Americans signalled to the capital this was happening. With no access to the venue, the closest we were allowed was a conference centre across the road. Our specially provided shuttle bus through Islamabad's shuttered streets was given an armed convoy. Pakistan knew the world was watching. But for all the talk's tantalising proximity, there was little information about them. As the hours slipped by, journalists ran rumours past one another, filling up on endless cups of coffee or the buffet dinner. The announcement of no deal left the room deflated. And even before the last journalists had left the centre, the billboards were being taken down. You wouldn't buy a house on the first viewing. One optimist said to me, why would either side sign on a first meeting? And in the days that followed, the mood began to shift as talks of further talks began to gather momentum. The noises from Washington were positive. President Trump even suggested he might visit should things go well. Suddenly, gardeners reappeared, tending the flower beds and repainting the road along the main route from the airport to the diplomatic district in the hotel that hosted the talks. A new chandelier, new artwork, new carpets. Then word came prepare. Islamabad descended into partial shutdown again. And waited. And waited. By day six, Islamabad's residents began to point out the problems with their city being closed. A ban on heavy goods vehicles has meant a shortage of deliveries of fresh fruit and vegetables, milk and fuel. Just as many were questioning how long the city could remain in limbo, the whispers began again. Pakistan's government sources started to say that the Iranian foreign minister was expected in Islamabad. Pakistan is trying to navigate choppy diplomatic waters, trying to stop the peace process from drifting.
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Caroline Davis Next the uncertainty surrounding the ceasefire continues to have a destabilising effect within Iran. Donald Trump this week said there was no timeline for ending the war and no time pressure to hold new talks. The crisis continues to push up the price of food, but Tehran's leadership is seemingly unwilling to f. For their part, they blame Donald Trump's repeated threats and the US blockade for preventing any ceasefire. And Iran has this week seized cargo ships trying to cross the Strait of Hormuz while demanding toll payments from those allowed to pass through. BBC Persian's Omid Montezeri has been on the Turkey Iran border for several weeks where he's found attitudes towards the war are shifting.
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I was happy, to be honest, happy that day the Americans and Israelis attack our enemy. But I was also upset that our country has come to this. 35 year old arash was returning to London after visiting his family in Tehran and we meet at Kapikoy, the border crossing between Iran and Turkey. He told me he had been visiting his family when the war broke out. It took him 10 days to find the way out. For nearly a month I remained in the border regions. For BBC Persian, which has no direct access inside the country, this was the closest possible proximity to Iranian soil. And to those still living within it, this war unfolded differently. Unlike the 12 Day War last year, when Benjamin Netanyahu called on Iranians to rise up after Israel's assault, the present conflict was preceded by a nationwide uprising. That uprising had been violently suppressed, leaving thousands dead. Yet its presence lingered. In the words of those I met Crossing the border unexpectedly, many of those we spoke to chose to show their faces on camera. Yalda, 30, stood before our camera without hesitation, reflecting on her experience. They bumped. I was scared, but I went to the window. I saw my neighbor across the street shouting, strike again. Hit again. People are afraid, but they still say strike. She paused, then continued. No one is normal anymore. Around me, people crying every day just to return to some kind of balance, she said, tears welling up in her eyes. It's as if we are already dead. We do not believe we are alive and we want to see the dead of those responsible for this. Arash put it differently. My message to the leaders of Islamic Republic is if you cannot govern, lay down your weapons, stop. The country is being destroyed For a few kilos of uranium, what use is it? How long do you want to continue? Our skies have become highways for American and Israeli jets. They bomb us and meanwhile you and your supporters are in the streets chanting slogans. In the early days of war, such voices were not uncommon. But during the weeks I spent at the border, I noticed a shift. Despite sustained US And Israeli strikes, Iran's missile attacks continued. It was in this atmosphere that I met Sohaila, a 45 year old photographer. She had taken a final picture of her home in central Tehran before leaving, uncertain whether it would still be standing. When she returned, she spoke at length. She was worried about her best friend who had cancer. I left her behind, she said. I think after those days when so many were killed in the protests, people were consumed by anger and despair. They can no longer think rationally, she told me. We do not know what will happen. This optimism has no foundation, she went on. In the midst of this war, Iranian society has fractured. Let me speak about those around me, she continued. People I once considered thoughtful. Now they say, let everything be bombed, let everything be destroyed, so long as these rulers are gone. I think of it as something like the self destruction of whales when they swim onto beaches. That is what it feels like in Iran. This is the dominant atmosphere. Our relationship with those who support the government is completely severed. There is no dialogue at all, she said desperately. Even among my friends, because I oppose the war, some no longer wanted to see me. Society has broken into pieces.
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Omid Montessori this weekend marks the 40th anniversary of the nuclear disaster in Chernobyl in the then Soviet controlled Ukraine. In 1986, one of the power plant's reactors suffered an explosion, sending a radioactive plume across Europe. The event affected more than three and a half million people and contaminated nearly 50,000 square kilometers of land. It remains the world's worst nuclear accident. Jordan Dunbar has visited the city of Slavutych in northern Ukraine, which was purpose built for workers evacuated from the power plant, and recounts his search for a pioneering DJ who worked at a nightclub there.
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Looking up at the well built soldier and even larger policeman in front of me, I thought of two things. I wish I'd learnt more Ukrainian and I really wish I could find my ID card. I waved my microphone at them and try the old mymak to convey my hopefully temporary lack of documents. Luckily I hear the voice of my Ukrainian colleague Helina ring out through the concrete tar blocks. She arrives and begins rapid fire dialogue that quickly results in smiles and firm handshakes. What happened there? I ask as relief floods my body. They thought you'd dodged the draft and were going to bring you back to the army. I told them you wouldn't be much use. We trudged off in the knee high snow trying to ignore the effects of the temperature being -13. I was on a quest to find a now legendary DJ who once transformed the city of Pripyat, the former home for workers at the Chernobyl nuclear plant. Here we were in the grid like streets of Slavutych completed by the Soviets in 1988 to house those same workers after they escaped the Chernobyl disaster. Eventually we find the Slavutych media house, the modern version of a palace of culture. Outside hangs a painted sign saying Disco. We're at the right place. Inside we meet the legend himself, Alexander Demidoff. He exudes an easy charm even in the freezing temperatures and frequent blackouts. We chat in the center's TV studio where today he presents a music show surrounded by a mountain of vinyl and tapes and handmade disco style shirts, which Alex says fans would make for him back in the 80s. So what made his club night so famous?
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This was the youngest city in Ukraine, he tells me with a wide grin. With thousands of young workers arriving in Pripyat, they needed entertainment. So a football team was formed. Swimming pools were built and parks emerged along the nearby river. But it needed nightlife too. And Club Edison 2 was born. There was nowhere else like it, Alex says, sweeping his arms over photos of 80s clubbers with big hair and even bigger smiles. The disco lights and projectors were handmade, putting the local engineers skills to good use. They'd hold theme nights and hundreds of workers would attend in fancy dress. But it wasn't entirely free spirited. Before each disco we had to fill out a playlist and it was checked by the Soviet culture department. Alex explains just 20% could be so called progressive music. Terrible tracks, he says. Imported from Hungary, Poland and so on. The rest were were to be Soviet songs. Alex, however, always had a stash of Western records smuggled in by traveling diplomats and sailors. The nights became fabled in 80s Ukraine. The police would be very confused when they saw breakdancing. Alex laughs. Alex had planned a party for Sunday 27th of April 1986, the night after reactor 4 exploded. The playlist never got played, but it remains in memory, in memory of the disco that would never take place. Once the evacuation was announced, Alex and the regulars from the original club Edison would never be able to live in Pripyat again. I was about to ask what happened next when the lights suddenly go out. Another blackout. The local electricity plant, hit by a Russian strike the week before was still being fixed. The generator cranks on, but it's now too loud for us to hear each other. So we decamp to the Slavudic museum. Fitting that as I ask about life after the meltdown. Alex and I are sitting in a replica Pripyat apartment next to the museum's Chernobyl gallery. There was an exclusion zone for 30km. All around the plant, men and women were living in tent cities to help with the cleanup, he recalls. We decided to hold discos for them, this time outdoors in village squares. He takes out a piece of thick paper covered in Russian text, an award from the old Soviet Ministry of Culture. Alex's discos in the surreal wasteland around the exclusion zone had kept up morale to the point he was honoured for his efforts. They didn't check the playlists anymore. We had freedom for the first time. He beams. Once the initial cleanup of Chernobyl was finished, Alex hosted parties for the builders tasked with constructing a new city from scratch, the city which would become his home. Slavodic. Alex becomes reflective when I ask what he thinks of this Soviet model city. In the 40th year since the evacuation of the city at Republic placed, Pripyat will always be the city of my youth. Slavudic is a great place too, and also very vibrant. But it's not the same.
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Jordan Dunbar and you can hear more on this story on the last dance floor in chernobyl Tonight at 8 on BBC Radio 4 and on BBC Sounds.
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Next we're in Kenya's north, where farmers and their families are suffering the effects of consecutive seasons of low rainfall. A new report estimates around 400,000 people are experiencing acute levels of hunger, with Turkana one of the worst affected areas. This current crisis follows Shortly after a two year drought which began in 2021, one of the most devastating in recent memory. Since then, many households have not had the time to rebuild their herds, replenish savings or restore degraded land.
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Samia Wami and finally the semi arid lowlands of the Gran Chaco span an area of around 280,000 miles across South America. More than half of that is in Argentina, a third in Paraguay and the remainder in Bolivia. It's the region's second largest forest ecosystem after the Amazon. And it's also home to a wide range of animal, bird and plant species.
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Acerawela discovered the armadillo fully extended when it scuttled from the quebracho trees. Snapped into a grapefruit sized ball or almost a ball. It left an armour plated gap in case a hungry puma came by. A snap would slice off the predator's nose. Moonlight glinted off the armadillo's banded scales. The motionless night grew hotter beyond me. In the armadillo ranked silhouettes of low wooden crosses stretched into the black regimented in rows like soldiers. The actual soldiers were dead. Lying in the loneliest war cemetery in the remotest wilderness in the least known country of South America. The Grand Chaco is a heterogeneous furnace like mosaic of savannah, brackish prairie, wetland and low thorn forest. It takes up 60% of Paraguay, a landlocked country more than one and a half times the size of the United Kingdom. The region is so hostile that just 4% of Paraguayans live in it. Fortan is Le Pouy. Where the Armadillo lived had been a Paraguayan control centre in the Chaco War a conflict fought from 1932 to 1935 between Bolivia and Paraguay. Both sought control of the northern Chaco. The whiff of petroleum was in the air. Royal Dutch Shell bankroll Paraguay while US Standard Oil bet on Bolivia. Oil was never found but the war cost the lives of about 2 per cent of Bolivians and 3 per cent of the much smaller Paraguayan population, many perishing from thirst. That afternoon I had visited a small memorial at Fortin is Le Pouille. Cobwebs flowed from the back of a handsome painted bust of Commander in chief Jose Felix Esti Garibia. Like a bridal veil from the wall of a brick shelter a photo gallery of white faced officers and dark skinned soldiers stared out in the cemetery A canvas sign headed with a Paraguayan flag bore the noble words of an unknown soldier. Comandante Estigarribia told us the future will thank you for this. We sacrificed ourselves. But the future wasn't thanking them very graciously as the poster was lying in the red dirt. Unlike its giant neighbours, Argentina and Brazil, Paraguay has two official languages, Spanish and the indigenous Guarani. But things are not as they seem. The other 30 plus indigenous languages in the country have no status. Many people who live on the sacred soil of their Chaco ancestors cannot speak Guarani. The World Top 20 project's Global Education Database ranks Paraguay at number 180. This dire statistic is a legacy of the stronato, the 35 year despotic reign of Alfredo Strozner, which ended in 1989. No dictator wants to educate people. The 15 ethnic groups of the Chaco have almost no access to secondary school. Most end up as low paid day labourers on farms belonging to large landowners. Augusto Roabastos, Paraguay's most famous writer, served in the Chaco War as a medical auxiliary while still a teenager. He spent much of his adult life enforced exile during the dictatorship. Roabastos called his country an island surrounded by land, conjuring not just a lack of coast, but also its cultural isolation and continental separateness. A swollen bottle tree swayed close to the cemetery. Of course, the palo borachio, or white floss silk tree, only appears to sway like balsa. The trunk expands when it takes in water, but doesn't contract when the water dries up, producing uneven shapes which seen together have been described as a drunken forest. Numerous thorn shaped spikes jutted from the trunk of the Fortan Isla Poii tree, protection against predators long extinct in the Chaco. But the tree wasn't taking any chances. That predator might return before oil flows. But by that time, all the borracho trees would have been cut down and they too will not be remembered in the meantime, besides the usual caste of loggers and dam builders, soy barons are poised to invade the Chaco. They have already planted out swathes of east Paraguay and the crop is by far the country's greatest legal export. Some parts of the western Chaco could yield two crops a year. The armadillo, confident no puma was prowling, had unrolled and scuttled back where it came from. As I returned to my own camp, my torch picked up a pair of glossy capybara lounging on the edge of a patch of grassland. When the beam hit them, they slipped down and away. The green land was actually a spawny pool.
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Host: Kate Adie, BBC Radio 4
Date: April 25, 2026
This episode delivers a kaleidoscopic tour through the consequences of the ongoing Iran War by pausing at global flashpoints: from the diplomatic chessboard in Pakistan, to life at the Iran-Turkey border, to farmers in drought-stricken Kenya, and ending in the wilds of Paraguay’s Gran Chaco. Each dispatch, rich in personal testimony and ground-level reporting, lifts the veil on how wars, droughts, and historical wounds shape the present.
Reporter: Caroline Davies
[00:53–06:39]
Backchannel Diplomacy:
Pakistan, often overlooked due to internal strife and regional conflicts, takes center stage as mediator between Iran and the US.
Unexpected Leverage:
Pakistan’s neutrality (no US military bases) gave it unique appeal as host.
National Pride and Uncertainty:
The announcement of Islamabad hosting talks sparks memes (e.g., Vice President J.D. Vance eating cheese paratha) and front-page headlines:
“Pakistan saves a whole civilization.”
Yet, security lockdowns and a flurry of rumors can’t mask the frustration when the first attempt ends with no deal.
"You wouldn't buy a house on the first viewing. Why would either side sign on a first meeting?" (Caroline Davies paraphrasing, [05:28])
Impact on Daily Life:
The city’s repeated shutdowns disrupt commerce—fuel, food, and milk shortages begin to bite.
Diplomatic Fatigue and Hope:
As days drag on, fatigue sets in but glimmers of progress return as officials signal more talks are imminent.
Reporter: Omid Montezeri, BBC Persian
[07:29–11:53]
On the Ground at the Iran-Turkey Border:
Voices of Iranians fleeing the fighting tell of physical danger and psychological trauma.
Wave of Despair and Anger:
Arash, 35, on returning to London:
“I was happy, to be honest, happy that day the Americans and Israelis attack our enemy. But I was also upset that our country has come to this.” ([07:29])
Yalda, 30, describes the emotional toll and public reaction:
“No one is normal anymore. Around me, people crying every day just to return to some kind of balance…we do not believe we are alive and we want to see the dead of those responsible for this.” ([08:22])
Society Fractured:
Sohaila, a photographer, voices collective exhaustion and bitterness:
“People I once considered thoughtful. Now they say, let everything be bombed, let everything be destroyed, so long as these rulers are gone…I think of it as something like the self destruction of whales.” ([10:42])
Reporter: Jordan Dunbar
[12:37–17:20]
Legacy of Chernobyl:
The search for DJ Alexander Demidoff, who played for workers and evacuees after the disaster.
Resilience Through Music:
When official controls disappear in the post-disaster chaos, disco becomes a rare zone of freedom and comfort.
“They didn’t check the playlists anymore. We had freedom for the first time.” (Alexander, [16:17])
The memory of Pripyat—“the city of my youth”—lingers, even as the new city, Slavutych, offers its own brand of hard-won vibrancy.
Reporter: Samia Nwami
[19:09–24:05]
Persistent Famine:
Samia describes Turkana’s devastating cycle—rains come too late, herds decimated, wild berries become the staple.
Urgency and Despair:
“Help. Help us. Now that you’ve come to visit us. We don’t have food. We are very hungry.” (Helen, [20:25])
Humanitarian support is stretched thin; officials promise aid, but delivery is slow and insufficient.
Reporter: Sarah Wheeler
[24:31–29:27]
A Land Apart:
The Gran Chaco, with its armadillos, capybaras, and palo boracho trees, is both an ecological wonder and cultural outlier.
Encroachment and Loss:
Soy agribusiness threatens Chaco’s ecosystems; local populations remain marginalized.
The episode is marked by the BBC’s signature mix of sober analysis, vivid on-the-ground observation, and moments of dry or poignant wit. Direct testimonies are delivered with empathy but remain unsentimental, foregrounding the facts and voices of those living through crises.
This edition of From Our Own Correspondent offers a panoramic yet intimate look at the cascading effects of international conflict, natural disaster, and historical legacy—reminding listeners that, beyond the headlines, lives are upended, and resilience emerges in unexpected places.