Still Alive

Some of you have expressed doubt about the title, but yeah, I'm here, I'm fine, I have the same cold as everyone else in this damn city, except maybe the people who have taken to wearing surgical masks, but they just look dumb. And the slowness of internet cafes might actually cause my head to explode, which might change my living status, but for now, still here.

Things are kind of crazy. I have to run now to pick up stuff to make a cake, because the people of Kyrgyzstan are so deprived of decent baked goods that I can't go anywhere now without bringing something (I'm going to a surprise going away party for which we all have to dress up all fancy and I'm getting dinner out of the deal, so I can make a cake). If sociology doesn't work out, I might come back and open up a confectionary.

I did somehow agree in the past week to sing, in Kyrgyz, publicly, at a university assembly. And then my teacher told me this will involve national costume. I'm leaving anyway, I might as well go out on a tide of public humiliation.

And congrats to my brother and his family, which is getting a new member this June. I think I'm allowed to know this at this point.

Love to you all!