Three years. I listened to track 6 in the dark. The light went out in the middle (it went out) and I finished it in the real dark. Maybe it is the right way.
tüntolk don't play any more. People say the venues are shut, people say they stopped. I say: they are somewhere in a boiler room, with the synth, thinking.
Everyone is smart and everyone is hungry. We have 5 lectures a day, a break of 20 minutes, and one canteen with a queue that goes round the building. I bought a pie for 2 som and ate it standing.
The girls in philology do have good boots. I have my school boots. Mama says "buy in winter, with the first stipend". I will.
My neighbour at the lectures is a boy from Iyık Janyl who knows Old Iradi by heart. He writes poems and hides them. I found one by accident. It was good. Don't tell anyone.
The lists went up at the university today and my name is on it!!! PHILOLOGY!!!! Number 31 on the list (a good number, 31 is the school and the bus!). I stood in the crowd in front of the board and shouted so loud that a stranger gave me his hand and said "congratulations, daughter".
Mama sat down on the step and laughed. Papa said "now you can translate tüntolk". Papa listens. ★
Still here. All of us. Jyldyz, Aika, Asel, Talgat, mama, papa, Bars. All alive.
Our school has the windows broken, they say it will be repaired for September. They say the Synak will be later this year. I don't care. Everybody is alive.
I listened to Jolchu all the time in the corridor on my Walkman with the last batteries. Jolchu is about the road, and somebody who keeps going. I will not say more. ★
we are ok. we sit in the corridor in the night, mama says away from the windows. school is closed. i write from the neighbours computer. i am scared. please pray for talas.