




Hey people. I have added a few photos to this blog thing. I am not sure if this is the best way to host photos, but if I can figure something better out later I will. The first picture is of a few volunteers on some weekend excursion... I cant remember where right now. The second photo is the house where my family lives. It is a nice house and they are very proud of that photograph. Whenever people come over they want me to show that picture to them. The third photo is on the balcony of the neighbors house. He is my host father's brother and I end up spending a lot of time drinking raki on that balcony with John, the volunteer who lives there. The fourth photo are the parents of my host mother. This photo was taken on Pashke, the Orthodox easter. I think that her entire family is Muslim, but they were all at our celebration anyways. The last photo is of Kuqan, the village where I live. It is a really nice photo from the balcony of my house. The man walking in the corner is Sokoli, my host father. I didn't even notice that he was in the photograph until he pointed it out to me.
In the photo with the two grandparents, the woman is wearing all black. This is usually a sign that the woman is a widow, but she obviously isn't. For a long time I couldnt figure out why she always dressed in balck, but one day I found out that she had a son who died. I still dont really know why, but he was 21 and he died twenty something years ago. I really like the two grandparents, they are really nice. It is much harder to communicate with the older people... I think that they mumble a bit more. When a group of old men get together to talk, I can not understand anything they say except they keep repeating the word respect over and over again. A little like older men in the states.
I will try to post some more photos later, maybe on another blog. Keep in touch and let me know how you are doing.

1 Comments:
I flippin' signed up for this website because
a) I love ya and miss ya
b) I sign up for every website
c) I just finally "found" your blog.
I liked the picture of your grandma. It's a different way time stretches out, out there, it seems. That's hard to realize about here. We keep time...well..on a timer. We don't allow it to just sit. And rest.
Heck, we're a country of people who either sit on the couch or go running only to run in place at a traffic light.
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