October Illusion
I am back in the small city of Bishkek which isn't as bad as I make it out to be. It's just that not a single one of my friends are here.
I am jetlagged right now, so I woke up at 3 am, woke up the dog, went downstairs, shared two bread rolls with dog, made a vat of coffee, prepared for the class I am to teach at 8 am.
It's kind of important that I am on top of my stuff, as the last class I told my students that I felt brain dead after my long flight, shoved in a DVD of Rize by David Lachapelle, and told them to watch. So...I should try to be more teacher-ly today!
After I got off the airplane in Almaty, this strange Lufthansa minibus service driver drove me and 3 foreign people from Switzerland from the Almaty airport to Bishkek. He drove sporadically, sometimes putting on his glasses, and at other times taking them off. When we reached the valley where the roads wind in and out of the mountains, the fog there was as thick as milk -- you couldn't even see a truck that was right in front of us. We drove one mile per hour. Being the local in the minibus, I had to entertain the freaked out Swiss bankers, and told the usual Kyrgyz stories of the high consumption of meat products, the anticipation of a new "revolution" on November the 2nd, etc, etc. I finally got home, took a shower and rushed to work. That is where I relied on David Lachapelle's documentary to conduct the class. Apparently since I was away everyone at the university has had a fight. I looked confused and offered them Oreo cookies.
The other day I woke up to write about leaves. I must say I wrote nothing new, but I did look outside my window and saw birds flying South for the winter, then the leaves giving themselves up to the wind. Later I went to my favorite shashlyk restaurant (Faiza) where I did eat a lot of lamb with my cousin and Mom. There too, I was suddenly aware of a content feeling, sitting at an outdoor cafe, feeding scraps to the beige street dog, and the trees were suddenly so bright, nearly overwhelming.
Last night I kept dreaming Sang and I were meeting each other in a reality show, but different people played our roles, but we we had this awareness. I then woke up and lay next to the sighing dog, and this memory of the first floor of one of the twin towers appeared. I was walking in the metallic corridors, past a flower shop, past the strong scent of the pink flowers in the window. The memory opened up like a painting -- what was I doing there?
love,
correspondent
I am jetlagged right now, so I woke up at 3 am, woke up the dog, went downstairs, shared two bread rolls with dog, made a vat of coffee, prepared for the class I am to teach at 8 am.
It's kind of important that I am on top of my stuff, as the last class I told my students that I felt brain dead after my long flight, shoved in a DVD of Rize by David Lachapelle, and told them to watch. So...I should try to be more teacher-ly today!
After I got off the airplane in Almaty, this strange Lufthansa minibus service driver drove me and 3 foreign people from Switzerland from the Almaty airport to Bishkek. He drove sporadically, sometimes putting on his glasses, and at other times taking them off. When we reached the valley where the roads wind in and out of the mountains, the fog there was as thick as milk -- you couldn't even see a truck that was right in front of us. We drove one mile per hour. Being the local in the minibus, I had to entertain the freaked out Swiss bankers, and told the usual Kyrgyz stories of the high consumption of meat products, the anticipation of a new "revolution" on November the 2nd, etc, etc. I finally got home, took a shower and rushed to work. That is where I relied on David Lachapelle's documentary to conduct the class. Apparently since I was away everyone at the university has had a fight. I looked confused and offered them Oreo cookies.
The other day I woke up to write about leaves. I must say I wrote nothing new, but I did look outside my window and saw birds flying South for the winter, then the leaves giving themselves up to the wind. Later I went to my favorite shashlyk restaurant (Faiza) where I did eat a lot of lamb with my cousin and Mom. There too, I was suddenly aware of a content feeling, sitting at an outdoor cafe, feeding scraps to the beige street dog, and the trees were suddenly so bright, nearly overwhelming.
Last night I kept dreaming Sang and I were meeting each other in a reality show, but different people played our roles, but we we had this awareness. I then woke up and lay next to the sighing dog, and this memory of the first floor of one of the twin towers appeared. I was walking in the metallic corridors, past a flower shop, past the strong scent of the pink flowers in the window. The memory opened up like a painting -- what was I doing there?
love,
correspondent
posted by Shirin @ 5:35 PM
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