From tomorrow the Great Fast begins and nobody marries until Easter. Seven weeks of nothing. My phone does not ring, the DJ goes to Almaty to his in-laws, and the hall owners repaint the walls.
What do I do? I sleep. I fix the sound system. I learn five new jokes. I also host what is allowed: a circumcision toi (sünnöt toi) for a Muslim family, a children's birthday with a clown who was drunk, one anniversary of a school.
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