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oh I feel a bit lazy today - I didn't make it in to the conservatory this morning because R called at about 7 AM, an hour before i usually wake up, and then I just had to go back to bed for another hour. I got up at 9 (when I usually leave for the conservatory) and then got all wrapped up in making tsirniki for breakfast (literally: little cheeses, they are pancakes made with tvorog, farmers cheese), then I did wash, which was a big deal because I couldn't wait any longer to wash my jeans - they are the most awful thing to wash (and wring out) by hand. Then I finished my homework and practiced a little and Ruslan-aka was already there for my lesson.
Now I'm at Mahbuba opa's, giving her my rent and my BCP details and I gave her my copy of Howard Zinn's People's History of the US. She and I have a very similar world view and she read the first chapter while she was at my house last time. We had a long talk about life and politics and women and stuff. Her grandmother was a leader of women in the 30s, 40s and beyond in Soviet Uzbekistan - she was married at 14 and ran away from her rich husband, then after the annexation of the bukhara khanate in 1924 she went back to Bukhara and became a leader in the collective farm. It is an amazing story and Mahbuba opa is certainly following in her grandma's footsteps.
Tomorrow Malika has a concert and I'm meeting with Anna, the american girl who is here studying uzbek and living with Rahima. Maybe this weekend I'll have a moment to breathe.
Now I'm at Mahbuba opa's, giving her my rent and my BCP details and I gave her my copy of Howard Zinn's People's History of the US. She and I have a very similar world view and she read the first chapter while she was at my house last time. We had a long talk about life and politics and women and stuff. Her grandmother was a leader of women in the 30s, 40s and beyond in Soviet Uzbekistan - she was married at 14 and ran away from her rich husband, then after the annexation of the bukhara khanate in 1924 she went back to Bukhara and became a leader in the collective farm. It is an amazing story and Mahbuba opa is certainly following in her grandma's footsteps.
Tomorrow Malika has a concert and I'm meeting with Anna, the american girl who is here studying uzbek and living with Rahima. Maybe this weekend I'll have a moment to breathe.