Snowfall, Thanksgiving
Happy Thanksgiving!
I had a late Thanksgiving dinner with mom, a cousin, and my niece. We made turkey and even brined it. I can still say I don't enjoy the blandness of this meal all that much. Although I wanted to prepare something special for my mother. And turkey seems to be quite special in Bishkek, not something that one often eats here.
Before dinner I stopped by an American co-worker's apartment where there were four American men talking about failed marriages, and one younger Kyrgyz female co-worker. All I can say is that the interraction in that room was quite puzzling. I then drove a couple of people to their houses. One of the professors who lives near the Ortosaiskiy Market kept talking about the serial killer again. What is the difference in definition between serial and spree killing?
According to the Bishkek police the killer/s has/have been captured. There are however no photos of the supposed killer/s. There's also an article on compromat.kg about 14 severely mentally disturbed individuals having escaped from a psychiatric ward. And only 4 of the 14 have been supposedly captured. There are so many strange stories circulating in the city. Although, yesterday another victim in the same neighborhood was found with stab wounds right next to a relative's apartment building.
Also, it has snowed in Bishkek and I must say it's overwhelmingly beautiful. Driving home is surreal, although the car skidding on ice isn't that much fun. Snow turns pretty fast into slush in the city and then disappears, but here in Chong-Aryk village it's mesmerizing, as if on a movie set with heavy white tree branches. Also our front gate froze shut and we had to pour kettles of boiling water onto the lock to be able to leave the house.
I also had to make up for lost time and dragged all of my students to my house for a class today. They are such great kids. We drank coffee and talked about Kyrgyzstan joining HIPC, the uselessness of international organizations of so called aid to poorer countries, cloning, the role of art, and where to get the most authentic Korean food. One of my students said that 24 in the Vostok 5 neighborhood is the most authentic Korean restaurant. I think I've been there before and their kalbi was pretty good for Bishkek. He also told me about the divide between local Koreans "Koryo" and the Korean Koreans "Hanguk" populations. The Korean Koreans seem to have a slightly condescending attitude towards the local Koreans. That made me sad.
Last week I had this lucid dream experience of hearing a young woman cry under my window that ended up being quite a foreshadowing. These things always give me the creeps, but are kind of beautiful too when these unexplainable signs actually mean something. Oh well, the past has once again swept everything away into nothingness.
I've been thinking a lot of time, even though it's basically thinking of mortality, I am hopefully growing more peaceful regarding all those time-mortality issues. I am grateful for ideas that render this life still slightly hopeful.
The person writing on this silly personal blog is thankful for family, boyfriend, friends, dogs, books, internet connection in Ching-Aryk Village and the rich harvest of persimmons this year.
I had a late Thanksgiving dinner with mom, a cousin, and my niece. We made turkey and even brined it. I can still say I don't enjoy the blandness of this meal all that much. Although I wanted to prepare something special for my mother. And turkey seems to be quite special in Bishkek, not something that one often eats here.
Before dinner I stopped by an American co-worker's apartment where there were four American men talking about failed marriages, and one younger Kyrgyz female co-worker. All I can say is that the interraction in that room was quite puzzling. I then drove a couple of people to their houses. One of the professors who lives near the Ortosaiskiy Market kept talking about the serial killer again. What is the difference in definition between serial and spree killing?
According to the Bishkek police the killer/s has/have been captured. There are however no photos of the supposed killer/s. There's also an article on compromat.kg about 14 severely mentally disturbed individuals having escaped from a psychiatric ward. And only 4 of the 14 have been supposedly captured. There are so many strange stories circulating in the city. Although, yesterday another victim in the same neighborhood was found with stab wounds right next to a relative's apartment building.
Also, it has snowed in Bishkek and I must say it's overwhelmingly beautiful. Driving home is surreal, although the car skidding on ice isn't that much fun. Snow turns pretty fast into slush in the city and then disappears, but here in Chong-Aryk village it's mesmerizing, as if on a movie set with heavy white tree branches. Also our front gate froze shut and we had to pour kettles of boiling water onto the lock to be able to leave the house.
I also had to make up for lost time and dragged all of my students to my house for a class today. They are such great kids. We drank coffee and talked about Kyrgyzstan joining HIPC, the uselessness of international organizations of so called aid to poorer countries, cloning, the role of art, and where to get the most authentic Korean food. One of my students said that 24 in the Vostok 5 neighborhood is the most authentic Korean restaurant. I think I've been there before and their kalbi was pretty good for Bishkek. He also told me about the divide between local Koreans "Koryo" and the Korean Koreans "Hanguk" populations. The Korean Koreans seem to have a slightly condescending attitude towards the local Koreans. That made me sad.
Last week I had this lucid dream experience of hearing a young woman cry under my window that ended up being quite a foreshadowing. These things always give me the creeps, but are kind of beautiful too when these unexplainable signs actually mean something. Oh well, the past has once again swept everything away into nothingness.
I've been thinking a lot of time, even though it's basically thinking of mortality, I am hopefully growing more peaceful regarding all those time-mortality issues. I am grateful for ideas that render this life still slightly hopeful.
The person writing on this silly personal blog is thankful for family, boyfriend, friends, dogs, books, internet connection in Ching-Aryk Village and the rich harvest of persimmons this year.
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