Hello children of the sun,
I know i
ch you've been a long wait for the sequel. but now it goes in the text. last time I wrote even from my arrival in the small mountain village of Gulistan in the Uzbek part of the Tien Shan. Before I travel reports, let me say again just how hard I, the ethnic Kyrgyz and Uzbeks between attacks in the Ferghana valley think about a month. short time before it was to pass that on this side of the border and only a little later to beat because there is murder and totscglag. and Gulistan, for example, perhaps only ten or fifteen kilometers from the Kyrgyz border.
good, so now to talk further. after all the hassle with the police men
chadak and in the provincial capital of Namangan now so I came in under minawarows, who received me cordially. I had made up my mind where one, maybe two to stay for days and then my way on foot through the mountains and I continue to adjacent and then across strike to Tashkent. but then there was something different.
the minawarows are a Tajik family and they live in three generations under one roof. the oldest is the grandfather, who was at the beginning of the year suffered a stroke and is paralyzed for the half-page. how confident can imagine
, the mountain village in one where one is for Our relationships are very poor infrastructure, extremely difficult. not even with a wheelchair or walker is progressing as one. anyway he is so moved by his own house in the street to the back and is really good because people from all over the clean and distressed.
the father of the family, is alik miner in a mine in chadak matluba and the mother takes care of the household. three daughters still live in the house. gulruch, gulorum and dildora. the house and property is located directly on the street
pulls and hang something in the. A small stream is probably diverted through the middle and is the eternal babbling drinkable water. and animals there are in the yard. three adult cattle, quite small and woolly, with a calf, chickens, goats, cashmere coat with a silky, which I had never seen before and which serve only the production of wool, a dog named Bielka called and a young kitten mischka. also are on the ground many peach trees that were in full bloom now.
the day of my arrival was a Friday and thus the start of the weekend, so two sisters of the father and a daughter of another sister were visiting. after I had been after my arrival and the trip to the provincial capital, and supplied with food and drink was, it was already late. So all went to bed, with I shared a room with the father of the family.
the next morning then I watched in silence and at daylight on. the mountains were all around impressive, and in the distance we saw the GIPF still covered with snow. It was all really nice there. There is a toilet, a cooking area bach on the farm and another in a growing, down in the rushes tal a larger, the snow-melt at or permanent weatherproof some in can destroy villages and Bielka - a short-legged mongrel - retains tail wagging the this refers to the garden . the goats were already in the mountains, but the lambs remained in the stall.
the morning of the buoyancy goats in the mountains and the nightly return is a pretty impressive-looking game, I was allowed to see another day yet. Here, all the goats of the village driven (and everyone has some) on the road and a short path to a bridge over the stream accompanied. From there, they pull no supervision or monitoring in an endless train in the surrounding mountains
far into where they disperse. in the evening then they turn off automatically at dusk in an equally long train back in the village, said again and again and then automatically find all the gone in her stall and just out of the train on the right and left lands disappear. no shepherds, no pet.
during the day, the third sister came with her family-alikes to be visited. much has been told and ate and danced and eventually the husband came up with the idea, a computer with a heranzuschaffen Russian English-translation program. went quite well, I think. in any case also surprisingly well over long stretch here.
I scrambled around in the surrounding mountains. on this side of the creek were goats everywhere. somewhere in the background once sat a Tajik. a wild dog or wolf roamed around. Eventually a neighbor boy with
was a German textbook started, it showed me and was glad. the people were very cordial. at this time I had made the decision one day to want to stay the next morning and then break up.
the next day I broke so at great warnings from predators and wolves and the deep snow and cold, and yes please not this way, a drawn map to choose on my on. I assured them that the evil wolves would get all hand edge, they would try to eat breakfast myself.
it drove me up the father or a good piece of the road, and take no end Gulistan wanted. eventually I got at the end of the building and wandered off. it went higher and higher into the mountains and the road was getting worse. been so it came to a bridge washed away by mountain torrents and replaced quite fresh but only temporarily with tree trunks was. for a while there was still some yards away and the people were amazed at me. otherwise it was always deserted. but not entirely. were far above such as a bend at one time three children along the way and talked. far and wide, no house.
than I was now running very well and there was actually no more houses, appeared behind my types at once to two on a motorcycle with sidecar. they asked me if I would ride. I refused. one, two kilo mater further they waited on a little plateau at a crossroads and we came just to talk. I asked them away after giving them the card and showed the marked path. they wondered just himself and then turned me over a nearby snow-covered pass.
so I followed her pointing finger introduced, after some time, however, that on this route of the vanished away. there was nothing left except stone, snow, water, moss. I was really mad at the guys and thought they had always guided me why deliberately misled into. I tried So some other paths, climbed up high on the mountains
set and time and again that everything somehow looked after away or street suddenly disappeared anywhere. Hours and hours went by and I noticed that the two had not fooled me. all the years and the extreme weather and the wind snow melt, and so have just destroyed everything that was there maybe because of. it was wolf tracks really. eventually I was then so did my plan, and turned back, with the relegation drop significantly lighter.
cultivate when I came back, I was again greeted warmly. some women actually gave me pass without asking the fresh bread and every now and then someone asked me
to the tee. chai, which would mean at the same time refused dinner, I however. also on the site of one biker I passed by, the rejoiced and asked me to come in as and what I turned down. I wanted to go back to the minawarows, who was far away and it was already late.
but then came a sister of minawarows in between their home and where I had earlier had now gone. here of course I could not turn down the invitation and went to dinner so that was just preparing a. very nice people. and despite their expressed islam had I drink the first time with the family father a remarkable "wine"
. over time were here now more and more neighbors and add all sorts of people and they all looked and wanted to be with me take pictures. even if they were always very kind and cordial, in the long run that was quite tiring.
came eventually and fortunately gulruch gulorum to pick me up and take it. I was well pleased with them because I was not presented this way on the plate and the neighborhood, but you read me and everything was quiet.
so much for today. soon there will be more.
I know i
ch you've been a long wait for the sequel. but now it goes in the text. last time I wrote even from my arrival in the small mountain village of Gulistan in the Uzbek part of the Tien Shan. Before I travel reports, let me say again just how hard I, the ethnic Kyrgyz and Uzbeks between attacks in the Ferghana valley think about a month. short time before it was to pass that on this side of the border and only a little later to beat because there is murder and totscglag. and Gulistan, for example, perhaps only ten or fifteen kilometers from the Kyrgyz border. good, so now to talk further. after all the hassle with the police men
chadak and in the provincial capital of Namangan now so I came in under minawarows, who received me cordially. I had made up my mind where one, maybe two to stay for days and then my way on foot through the mountains and I continue to adjacent and then across strike to Tashkent. but then there was something different. the minawarows are a Tajik family and they live in three generations under one roof. the oldest is the grandfather, who was at the beginning of the year suffered a stroke and is paralyzed for the half-page. how confident can imagine
, the mountain village in one where one is for Our relationships are very poor infrastructure, extremely difficult. not even with a wheelchair or walker is progressing as one. anyway he is so moved by his own house in the street to the back and is really good because people from all over the clean and distressed. the father of the family, is alik miner in a mine in chadak matluba and the mother takes care of the household. three daughters still live in the house. gulruch, gulorum and dildora. the house and property is located directly on the street
pulls and hang something in the. A small stream is probably diverted through the middle and is the eternal babbling drinkable water. and animals there are in the yard. three adult cattle, quite small and woolly, with a calf, chickens, goats, cashmere coat with a silky, which I had never seen before and which serve only the production of wool, a dog named Bielka called and a young kitten mischka. also are on the ground many peach trees that were in full bloom now. the day of my arrival was a Friday and thus the start of the weekend, so two sisters of the father and a daughter of another sister were visiting. after I had been after my arrival and the trip to the provincial capital, and supplied with food and drink was, it was already late. So all went to bed, with I shared a room with the father of the family.
the next morning then I watched in silence and at daylight on. the mountains were all around impressive, and in the distance we saw the GIPF still covered with snow. It was all really nice there. There is a toilet, a cooking area bach on the farm and another in a growing, down in the rushes tal a larger, the snow-melt at or permanent weatherproof some in can destroy villages and Bielka - a short-legged mongrel - retains tail wagging the this refers to the garden . the goats were already in the mountains, but the lambs remained in the stall. the morning of the buoyancy goats in the mountains and the nightly return is a pretty impressive-looking game, I was allowed to see another day yet. Here, all the goats of the village driven (and everyone has some) on the road and a short path to a bridge over the stream accompanied. From there, they pull no supervision or monitoring in an endless train in the surrounding mountains
far into where they disperse. in the evening then they turn off automatically at dusk in an equally long train back in the village, said again and again and then automatically find all the gone in her stall and just out of the train on the right and left lands disappear. no shepherds, no pet. during the day, the third sister came with her family-alikes to be visited. much has been told and ate and danced and eventually the husband came up with the idea, a computer with a heranzuschaffen Russian English-translation program. went quite well, I think. in any case also surprisingly well over long stretch here.
I scrambled around in the surrounding mountains. on this side of the creek were goats everywhere. somewhere in the background once sat a Tajik. a wild dog or wolf roamed around. Eventually a neighbor boy with
was a German textbook started, it showed me and was glad. the people were very cordial. at this time I had made the decision one day to want to stay the next morning and then break up. the next day I broke so at great warnings from predators and wolves and the deep snow and cold, and yes please not this way, a drawn map to choose on my on. I assured them that the evil wolves would get all hand edge, they would try to eat breakfast myself.
it drove me up the father or a good piece of the road, and take no end Gulistan wanted. eventually I got at the end of the building and wandered off. it went higher and higher into the mountains and the road was getting worse. been so it came to a bridge washed away by mountain torrents and replaced quite fresh but only temporarily with tree trunks was. for a while there was still some yards away and the people were amazed at me. otherwise it was always deserted. but not entirely. were far above such as a bend at one time three children along the way and talked. far and wide, no house. 
than I was now running very well and there was actually no more houses, appeared behind my types at once to two on a motorcycle with sidecar. they asked me if I would ride. I refused. one, two kilo mater further they waited on a little plateau at a crossroads and we came just to talk. I asked them away after giving them the card and showed the marked path. they wondered just himself and then turned me over a nearby snow-covered pass. so I followed her pointing finger introduced, after some time, however, that on this route of the vanished away. there was nothing left except stone, snow, water, moss. I was really mad at the guys and thought they had always guided me why deliberately misled into. I tried So some other paths, climbed up high on the mountains
set and time and again that everything somehow looked after away or street suddenly disappeared anywhere. Hours and hours went by and I noticed that the two had not fooled me. all the years and the extreme weather and the wind snow melt, and so have just destroyed everything that was there maybe because of. it was wolf tracks really. eventually I was then so did my plan, and turned back, with the relegation drop significantly lighter. cultivate when I came back, I was again greeted warmly. some women actually gave me pass without asking the fresh bread and every now and then someone asked me
to the tee. chai, which would mean at the same time refused dinner, I however. also on the site of one biker I passed by, the rejoiced and asked me to come in as and what I turned down. I wanted to go back to the minawarows, who was far away and it was already late. but then came a sister of minawarows in between their home and where I had earlier had now gone. here of course I could not turn down the invitation and went to dinner so that was just preparing a. very nice people. and despite their expressed islam had I drink the first time with the family father a remarkable "wine"
. over time were here now more and more neighbors and add all sorts of people and they all looked and wanted to be with me take pictures. even if they were always very kind and cordial, in the long run that was quite tiring. came eventually and fortunately gulruch gulorum to pick me up and take it. I was well pleased with them because I was not presented this way on the plate and the neighborhood, but you read me and everything was quiet.
so much for today. soon there will be more.
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