Imagine sitting in a black Mercedes with those three gentlemen. Once again you are on the tajik, dusty roads cruising to the capital city. At one time you cross a mountain pass of 2000 or 3000 meters. The wind blowing into the car is fresh, you take a deep breath and this beautiful tajik song is playing in the Radio:
It´s from Zaynura Pulodova and called “bahor”, which means spring time. Zaynura sings about the beauty when everything comes back to life in spring time.
Sitting in the car, feeling the breeze, seeing the snow caps on the mountains, you love the song. One of the gentlemen speaks english. How life was in Austria? Why you were travelling alone? If you were married? If you had children?
It is a nice atmosphere. You hear the song, you smell the fresh air, you chat a little.
How you decided to come to Tajikistan? How you liked the country?
Then there is a little silence. How old you are, he asks.
You say: “35.”
There is a silence, and your conversation doesn´t pick up anymore.