“Who’s your favorite kid, dad?” Olivia add
“Are to trying to kill me? ” Dad replied wisely.
“Answer wisely dad. One day you’re in, and the next day you’re out!” Joani added slyly.
(A scene at the Korean Center in Almaty, Kazakstan)
“Who’s your favorite kid, dad?” Olivia add
“Are to trying to kill me? ” Dad replied wisely.
“Answer wisely dad. One day you’re in, and the next day you’re out!” Joani added slyly.
(A scene at the Korean Center in Almaty, Kazakstan)
“Dong…Dong…Dong…Dong…”
“Hey, do you hear the bell?” Olivia asked looking at us doing our work in the AirBnb apartment in Yerevan, the capital of Armenia. “Isn’t it interesting?”
“What do you mean?” I responded, not sure why she found the bell sound so interesting.
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“Mom, what should we expect when we arrive at the bus station in Kazakhstan? Who are we going to meet and where will we be? ” I asked repetitively.
“Mom, you haven’t answered my questions every time that I asked you, what are we to expect in Kazakhstan?”
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“Is this where we will sleep tonight?” I asked with an incredulous look.
“Dad, isn’t that an abandoned building?” Nathan asked with a slight fear in his voice.
The abandoned building had broken doors and windows that were patched with wooden planks or locked up with metal bars and padlocks. The surrounding walkways were overgrown with weeds. The lot was surrounded by fences made of shiny grey aluminum sheets, the type that one normally see at construction sites.
“Let’s first go in and see…and see if it will work out. If not, we can always leave,” I encouraged the children. Continue reading The Miracle of Routine – Urban “Camping” in Bishkek