Time flies and on occasion the need to react feels impulsive. The project suddenly requires quick thinking and meetings to discuss the unsettling news from the Pamir region.
I sit silent in the darkness of our street without electricity, six candles burning on the breakfast table and a copy of the book I am reading “Young Stalin” by Simon Sebag Montefiore, in a world f
Buzkashi: buz = goat / kashidan = to pull – not for vegetarians! It’s the day after one of the guards, Rasoul celebrated his birthday with several cows, delivered in the guise of S
The potholes that litter the side alleys are bursting at the edges, full of brown water, so it seems easier to step on the recent bed of fallen autumn leaves at the side that leads from the house t
The concillium is an event attended by various senior figures of the TB world here in Dushanbe. The venue, the TB dispensary, seems the perfect placefor informed discussion and teaching.
The only sign of work is the gardener, who climbs up the rusted ladder, each step about 2 foot apart, to pick the green grapes that neatly dangle in their protected bunches.
