Nobody writes blogs any more, everybody is on Odnoklassniki and Facebook. Meerim stopped writing, Aibek never wrote. I look at this blog and I see the 2005 me, very funny, very serious.
I will leave it here. Maybe in ten years I will read it to my son. (Yes, we will have a son in July, inshallah.)
Thank you, 12 readers.
Things that are different:
A short post: on Saturday I got married. Her name is Aizhan, she works at the Talasbank branch on Ayyubov street (that is how I met her: her ATM was broken). The toi was at the Altyn Ordo toikana, 300 people, my mother is very tired and very happy.
This is the story of how I met someone. I will tell it in the third person, because I am shy.
A man who fixes ATMs got a call: the machine at the Ayyubov street branch has a card jam. He came. A young woman from the bank was standing next to the machine, with her arms crossed, looking at it as if it had insulted her mother. He opened the machine. He took out a card. It was hers. She said: "Thank you." He said: "It was in the slot." She said: "I know where it was."
Reader, we have since had four more incidents on that machine. All deliberate.
Very interesting article in the Talas Herald today: a lecturer from our computer science faculty measured why Iradi sites disappeared from Google and Yahoo since 2009. Short answer: the gateways at the border refuse connections from foreign data centres, so the search robots cannot come in. So for Google we just don't exist.
I checked: if you search "Bekzhan's corner" on Google, nothing. Ha. So only you, my 12 readers, know about this blog. Hello, 12 readers.