September 25, 2012
The sleeping pill I took must have done the trick for I was
able to sleep until eight and felt quite refreshed. I noticed that the coffee
was taking forever to percolate and looking closely at the stove, it was
obvious that the surface had been damaged in the past and only the center
portion was putting out any heat. Zarina was scheduled to come by in the
morning to show me how to ride the marshruska to the school on my own and I
made a mental note to ask her to notify Nadia of the problem.
I perused the television channels and found, to my horror,
that the only channel available in English was CNN, the one channel I never had
in Tajikistan and which I don’t particularly care for. There was no BBC, Al
Jazeera, TVe, TeleSur, or RTD available. It might be a signal for me to get
real about learning Russian instead of getting all of my entertainment and news
in English. I had a bowl of muesli and ironed my clothes while waiting for
Zarina who arrived to inform me that the rental agreement had been emailed to
both of us and I needed to get to the school to review the language and add any
changes I deemed necessary.
It was great to
realize that I only need to turn the corner around my building to be able to
get into the right mini-van, #227 or #129. It costs ten som each way or about
25 cents. The mini vans here are different with seats on the left side only and
bars on the right for people to stand. It’s not possible to look out the window
if you’re riding standing up and thus easy to miss your stop. Gulnara was in a
meeting when we got in, so proceeded to print the lease agreement and Zarina
translated it into English with the modifications I had suggested. I was able
to get online using one of their computers and chitchatted with Mat, the Peace
Corps volunteer from Amelia Island, of all places, with whom I’ll be sharing a
conversation club on Saturdays.
Contract in hand, it was back to the apartment where Nadia
was already waiting to sign it and collect the remaining sum for the three
month advanced payment. She is a beautiful woman of typical Russian physique:
blonde, blue-eye, bosomy, with sharp cheek bones and a sensual mouth. As she
didn’t need to do any cleaning today, she was decked out in stylish black
pants, a white tank top and black jacket while sporting five-inch stiletto heels.
Once inside the apartment, she quickly got on the telephone with the cable
people only to tell me that I’d need to pay something like twenty dollars every
month to upgrade her package so I’d have access to another ten channels in
English. I told I’d need to think about it first.
I next showed her the stove and she acknowledged she knew it
wasn’t working right and promised to take it to the technician to see if it
could be repaired. If not, she’d buy another one hopefully tomorrow. When I
pointed out that the other burner could not be plugged in because the outlet
was too far away, she couldn’t believe it. Her husband came in at that point
and used an extension cord, but to no avail as the burner just didn’t work. So
tonight, I have no stove whatsoever. They arranged to get the Internet people
here tomorrow to install the Wi-Fi set up. We signed the respective copies of
the contract, I paid the remaining $1500.00 and they promised to follow through
on the myriad of repairs and missing things we agreed on.
Nadia’s husband offered Zarina a ride while Nadia
accompanied me to a restaurant nearby to consider for dinner. What I found,
instead, is that I’ll be living in quite a lively neighborhood full of
restaurants, shops, bazaars and cafes. We walked along one of the busy streets
going in and out of different places so I could become acquainted with them and
by that time, I was so hungry I could stand it no more. Since I had stove to
cook on, I once again bought some already cooked noodles with the sauce in a
plastic bag, marinated eggplant, and two
other dishes that looked interesting, along with a piece of pastry for dessert.
I then bought a kilo of the most luscious grapes from a street vendor while
declining the puny pears her neighbor was trying to sell me. Nadia said goodbye
and I walked back to my flat to have a delicious repast as the noodle sauce was
very spicy and the pastry was to die for. I tried not to think about the fact
that I had no way of making coffee tomorrow morning.
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