This week I made a list of people I haven't heard from since the spring: eleven names. I wrote to everyone I had an address for, I asked Aibek's cousin to send a letter by hand, I left a message at my group's old chat room.
Eight have answered. Three have not yet. I keep the list in my pocket and read it before sleeping, like a prayer, but shorter.
The baker on our street opened again. People stood in the line at six in the morning and nobody pushed. A loaf is 4 som now, double, and nobody argued.
I ate it standing on the street. It was the best bread of my life. Also the only bread of my week.
Still here. Everyone in my family is alive. Our street is fine, the windows of the school on the corner are broken. I don't want to write more.
Thank you to everyone who wrote comments and e-mails, from Almaty, Bishkek, Moscow, Chicago. I did not know so many people read this.
Electricity from 19:00 to 22:00. When it comes on the whole street makes noise at once: washing machines, the television, someone's hammer. My mother says the street is like an animal waking up.
Our neighbour has a generator and he lets everyone charge their phones for free. He has a notebook in which he writes the names, "so I know who owes me a favour". Of course we are in the notebook.
Short post for everyone who wrote to me. We are OK. University is closed. We are at home, my grandmother is with us now. There is electricity in the evening, and Attelkom works (slowly). We have flour and potatoes.
Please don't call the home phone, it is always busy. Write here or ICQ.