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Bishkek, Kyrgyzstan

Bishkek, Kyrgyzstan

« The city must never be confused with the words that describe it. And yet between the one and the other there is a connection. »  —Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities

Ala Too Square in 2007
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In the park Monceau birds are singing. Endlessly. In the park Monceau …. The
The cut the grass in the park Monceau. Winters and springs along the cut.
In the park Monceau children play. They speak French...

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Morning I can’t believe the evening ever comes,
Evening I forget the beauty of the morning,
Twilights crawl impudently to your dwelling,
Sun is dying on the Parisian roofs…

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Djailoo Reading circle
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The landscape of the Kyrgyz so-called written literature (in comparison with the-still existing oral tradition in poetry and epic genres) - of the late 1920s and early 1930s is a scene of dull and engaged writings....

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I grew up in the Soviet Union. In one of the “southern” Central Asian parts, in the most wildly beautiful country, the Kyrgyz Republic, among a people with an ancient, not to say archaic life history/biography, in...

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Reading travels
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Djailoo Reading Group Photo
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Documenting Djailoo Reading
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I have lived almost all my life in Kyrgyzstan, a small former Soviet country, which gained independency only 25 years ago. Even though the sovereign country’s history is extremely short,...

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My old lady lives by Garden Luxemburg,
Just to the foot of the Senate,
Goes to church once by week. At noon Sundays,
When the bells call …. Prizyvno…..
At Saint-Sulpice. She is not much...

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I grew up in the Soviet Union. In one of the “southern” Central Asian parts, in the most wildly beautiful country, the Kyrgyz Republic, among a people with an ancient, not to say archaic life history/biography, in...

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