Almaty International Airport

In honor of my first-born’s upcoming celebratory day, I post this short deleted scene, nine years later: A little context is in order: I’ve gone to Almaty  on the train with Gulzhahan to attend an annual convention of local teachers. … Read More


  Togzhan was the only woman I’d meet in Zhezkazgan whose refrigerator stood in the kitchen. I took that as a sign of prosperity. Usually refrigerators were in the living room. When Woody and I moved into our own apartment, … Read More

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