July 12, 2013
It was my last day in Bishkek and I decided it was time for
some kind of reflection on the successes and travails my ten-month fellowship
had brought me. I thought of a way I could list the positive and the negative aspects
and Dave Letterman’s list of the “Top Ten Things” came to my mind.
So, I’ll start with the top ten things I’ll miss about
Bishkek.
1.
The imposing views of the mountains
2.
The leafy streets and tree-lined promenades
running for miles
3.
The ability to walk practically everywhere
4.
The fact that one can find almost anything
needed within a block or two of one’s apartment
5.
The profusion of coffee houses and the fact that
most of them offer some kind of outdoor sitting
6.
The inexpensive transportation system
7.
My very bright, airy and so well-positioned
apartment
8.
The jungle-like courtyard in my apartment
complex
9.
The freshly-baked flat bread, especially when
baked with sesame seeds on top as the Uzbek people do
10. Willoughby, Damira, Kate, Zarina and others who
took the time to get to know me, and spent time showing me around the city
On the downside, here’s my list of
the things I won’t miss at all:
1.
Encountering loogies (a large slimy glob of spit) on the steps to my
building, the sidewalks and streets.
2.
Being unable to avoid the ever present smokers
on the streets, restaurants, shops, and marshrutkas ad infinitum.
3.
Having to keep my eyes on the broken up
sidewalks for fear of stumbling and falling.
4.
Feeling that as a pedestrian I’m worth as much
as some mongrel dog and that Bishkek drivers actually enjoy trying to run me
down even on the city’s sidewalks.
5.
Trying to maneuver the icy sidewalks and streets
during the winter months.
6.
Running out of options at my most restaurants
where meat reigns supreme and even a salad comes with meat in it.
7.
Having to ask for a knife at every restaurant.
8.
Repeatedly asking my server to make sure my
latte is actually hot when it gets to my table.
9.
Finding out that my food has no seasonings of
any kind, many times not even salt.
10. Having to ask for coffee for breakfast when the
hotel/guest house simply assumes all their guest will drink tea
.
As I wrote for final report for Georgetown University, I
know I’ve grown professionally from all the different activities my position
has required me to perform. I feel much more comfortable as a speaker
addressing a large audience and know more intimately the challenges teachers
here face when in the classroom.
Even when racism has reared its ugly head, I have been able
to put aside my own feelings of frustration and rage to proceed with what was
expected of me in a professional manner. I do not forgive those who engage in
this practice, but have vowed to behave in a civil manner whenever possible.
Many people have asked me if I would want to return to
Central Asia in any other capacity, perhaps as a college professor enjoying a
pretty good salary here. I don’t believe so as the climate is quite harsh and
the food simply not up to my standards. There were days when I simply didn’t
want to cook and found very few options, if any, of places I wanted to go out
to for a meal.
I found Kyrgyz people in general to be rather reticent about
their lives. In the many months I was here, no one ever invited me to a family
celebration except for Zarina’s wedding last October. Despite many promises of
future invitations to dinners and summer homes, these invitations never
materialized. I really feel that I didn’t get to know any of them really well.
The reverse side of that was that I also felt that they were
not curious about me at all. While living in Tajikistan, people wanted to know
everything about my life in the States and insisted on seeing photos of my
house, my car, and my family. No one here has ever asked about my family
photos.
I have to say that Kyrgyzstan is not a place I would ever
consider returning to because I have left such great friends behind. End of
story.