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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

In the Field
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Djailoo Reading circle
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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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It was in a remote village in the Kyrgyz Pamir Mountains. I remember vividly the beauty of that night. It was a beautiful night with a bright and generous moon. The firmament of stars suspended so low. In the bright...

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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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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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‘You could write a story about this,’ she said.

A long hallway stretched for dozens of meters. Darkness didn’t let the signs on numerous doors be read, didn’t let the dust on the bookshelves be distinctly seen...

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Ala Too Square in 2007
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Reading travels
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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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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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