this poor thing at the airport couldn't enter the toilet - thought i was a guy - that'd never prevent me from entering - the suspicious and big chinese bag reads 'happiness marries happiness, you will be high and higher' - so i wonder what was inside, which i don’t, knowing its final destination - had deep conversations with Madina from which i learnt that we never get what we want all while eating questionable pod shuboy salad, fries, sosiski, rice, and blinchiki so sguschenkoy and smetanoy [i was on fire] in inglorious and what felt like customs mafia ruled café - felt lucky once again that i’ve got such an awesome big brother, who adds to my kyrgyz vocabulary of driving swear words every time there’s a foggy weather [the ones i particularly admire nowadays are ‘mal’ and ‘katyn’ - they bring stress relief] - was an object of fun from my sister’s side - thought Kate was very cute when eating kolbasa today on scary AN-28 [was it 28 or 58?] - did my traditional night tourism, didn't eat this dish i didn’t risk to last time but will until i leave in oh so lovely Dushanbe that i finally reached!