Where I'm At

This photo is a test. A picture of people, OK,OK, women going to the Tulkuchka market, the second biggest open market in the world. Don't ask about the biggest, no one has been able to tell me that.

Been back for Raya, been back to work and going home again for work. Moved into the apartment and that's a relief. I could not take the hotel anymore. At least now I could cook Maggi in my own kitchen. The apartment is nice. Two rooms, two bathrooms and a gorgeous view of the city. And for the first time in 21 years, I cooked!!! I'm still alive, ain't I?

The only thing to do when I am away from Lina and the children is to bury myself in my work. And work expands the time allocated to it. It is a different life when you do not have anyone waiting for you to come home from work. No messages from Lina or Sofia or even Nazzim at times asking me will I be late or otherwise. Lunch is usually at the few places where someone decides to go. About the only thing to look forward to is the soccer matches each Saturday, before the weather gets really cold, the pool games Friday night the yet tobe reactivated bowling sessions, at a shorter alley. Uneven too, they said. But beggars can't be choosy. Well, there are things to look see at night but some things in live will have to change. There are some things that you could just dip the end of your pinky istead of sinking your whole arm. It is getting cold. Brrrr..... I made the mistake of spending a few minutes outside without a sweater or a jacket and paid the price. I'm still sniffling. Iwent up the trail up the mountain which borders Iran. Last Tuesday it was at our supply base on the shores of the Caspian Sea. Yes, with places with names like Neka, Makachkala, Balkanabad and Baku. The hotel was supposed to be the best there but it was bare. Ah well, I got a good reception at the training centre and the supply base and a dinner of lamb curry with 8 other countrymen was simply simply great. Trust me, when living alone in a foreign and relatively unknown (where are you going?), each and every chance to interact is to be cherished.

Good to be going home but somehow I feel guilty about leaving work for two weeks. The internet helps. Well, Let's enjoy home.

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