Moving along the map in this worn down hotel train, I wonder what went wrong on this journey to the east; sitting here in silence staring at the open plain, I once delivered milk to a shepherd in my dreams, walking through the steppe to Fergana and her streams. Kara Derya’daki akan dalga ve mersin, доплываем до туда, где встречает она Нарын. Canım: kanım bir hayalete verildi. Ben hala yeni bir hayat hayal ederim, ve hatta hayalperest burada tekrar kaybetti. From Russia to Adana with Joseph Brodsky, you, and me.

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