I Stop Making Promises

I stop making promises because nobody knows what the future holds. I stop making promises because promises are over-rated. I stop making promises because I don’t want to lie. I stop making promises because I don’t think it’s necessary. I stop making promises because promises aren’t real. I stop making promises because the only thing…

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Stranded in Almaty | 4. Souls

That evening, after spending some time at Medeu, I found myself stranded in a cafe—eating some cheeseburgers and sipping Georgia wine with Zhamilya, Alex, Jim, and Sean. Suddenly Alex asked, “Hanny, is it just you—or Indonesians are all very happy people?” I have heard this kind of comment quite often since my very first day in…

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Stranded in Almaty | 3. Places

OK, are you ready for a blog-tour around Almaty, Kazakhstan today? Let’s go! 1) Republic Square. I think every city has this kind of place. You know—a spot where you can do something and have your wish granted. Or in some cities, if you drink the water from a certain well, for instance, you’ll get…

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Stranded in Almaty | 2. Going Around

Almaty is a big city. How does one travel around in Almaty? Well, by bus. Or by metro (subway). Or by taxi. I didn’t get to experience the bus, but I adore the metro (subway). On the other hand, Almaty’s taxi story is amusing. Any cars in Almaty could function as a taxi. So, what…

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Stranded in Almaty | 1. The Beginning

I knew nothing about Kazakhstan, let alone Almaty. I knew that it’s a country located in Central Asia, I knew about President Nazarbayev, and I had heard about the movie Borat (though I haven’t watched the movie—never felt intrigued to do so); but that was all about it. Thus, I was so excited when I…

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Moonlight Dance

Each of us changes when placed next to each other. We place ourselves, or are placed or paired creating stories, a new idea, sometimes love. —Every Atom, a poem in Full Blood by John Siddique Maybe we were actually dancing back then; but we just didn’t realize it. We were too immersed in our silent…

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