(please peruse in moderation, as some images may inflict nostalgia, jealousy, or just painful memories)
- Hydroelectricity (a new definition of the word): conduction of electricity through water coming out of the faucet….
- Morning circle game of tag
- The clicking song (ee
a, lindlela, o lo lo wany)
- Co-facilitation with Heather
- The Bulgarians (bu-la-goo DAAAR ya)
- BEDAR SHAV
- Answering Abubakr at 1 in the morning about some CD he wanted
- The eternal chase after the herd of laptops with the aid of several Tajik staff
- The bonfire night: jumping over the fire in Iranian tradition, and dancing Tajiki with the Tajiks.
- The Publishing track from A(aigul: Kh-zh-ph-rh-kuh-ding .....) to Z(ulu representative Heeeetha). And all the other letters in between.
- The Russian Interpretter Dude...(arrgh)
- The Iranian rock-star team; getting them to finally NOT speak to me in formal tones like I am an old uncle, and connecting me again to my hidden half.
- The Games night: choking on a poundcake while folks chant your name
- Chasing away the minister of Billiards from the publishing lab.
- Getting chased from the publishing lab by the cold weather, and finding refuge near the kitchen
- Being visited by the minister of wall hangings and electrical sockets daily in the publishing lab.
- Watching the old-man housekeeper scurry around with his leak-stopping pair of pliers and the light-bulbed screwdriver in search of hot-wired doorknobs and shower-handles.
- Muhammadi the DJ
- Late nights in the Migration-lab (before the Great Flood) with Iranians, Bulgarians, a Greek-Aussie, and Abubakr
- Aso, Aso, Aso (smiling, dancing, occasionally twitching and then smiling some more)
- The bazaar, and trying the fruit-flavored rock (and of course the bum-belle-bee incident)
- Playing poetry slam (bayt-barak) with the Tajiks at (they were very gracious accepting our comebacks to their Rudaki poems as Sahar and I were either making them up, or singing
- Ya Magoo Gavariz pa Russki
- Learning Greek ΣE ΑΓΑΠΩ
- Saying goodbye to the Iranians, and feeling really sad
- Saying goodbye to Aso and feeling really sad
on Domododevo, and thinking the word must mean Sardines in Russian Dushanbe