Monday, December 03, 2012


On a night-off in Bishkek. Spent it in a bar with a giant picture of the St. Louis Arch. Spent it flirting with a Russian-Kyrgyz bartendress named Anastasia, who kept serving me krygyz cognac and russian vodka. Ended on a street corner, eating fully-loaded shwarma- feeding the ends to the gutter dogs. The most dangerous part of my evening was the ice, which I slipped on a couple of times. kol haolam kulo gesher tzar meod...The whole world is a narrow bridge covered in ice, you mustn't be afraid to slide across it- there is shwarma waiting on the other side.

 PS: And PLEASE, someone explain to the Russian-speaking world that "Nasty" is not a good diminutive for the otherwise beautiful named "Anastasia"

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