Twelve years home
Monday, September 16th, 2024 at 7:10 pm by ErkinTwelve years since I came home. The walnut gave a lot this year; mama makes the jangak pashtet for the fast days and sells jars to the guests. The season was good. Fewer foreigners than before, more from Talas and Nurzhan.
Aigerim's boy is going to Moscow next spring, to the building sites, like his uncle. I told him everything: the bytovki, the minus 26, the police on the metro. He says: "Uncle, now there are apps." OK. Send money through the app, then. And eat soup every day.
Erkin, I read your blog again from the start. You write well. Maybe in spring I come and sit under your walnut.
Viktor Ivanovich, the room is yours. I will meet you at the bus myself.