No one wins… what a waste.
Terima kasih kerana sudi dan setia mengunjungi DUNIA KEMANUSIAAN. Semoga ditahun baru ini nanti saya mampu menghasilkan tulisan-tulisan yang lebih baik dan bermakna, mengurangkan sumpah seranah dan insya ALlah sebuah buku mengenai kisah saya di Tashkent ketika bersama Malaysian Relief Agency dahulu – doakan!
I was send to Tashkent, Republic of Uzbekistan. It was back in 1995, few months after graduated from ITM Shah Alam. I was 23 years old then.
It was Autumn, a bit cold to me. I cant read any of the signage as every words was written in cyllyric. I really missed my family, eventhough this is not my first time staying apart from my family.
I stayed in Chilanzar, Tashkent and went to Uzbekistan World Languages University (UZGUMYA). I learn Russky Yezik through formal class and Uzbek gapiring through informal ways.
I like Uzbekistan. I like the community – The Uzbeks, The Russian, The Tatar, The Korean, The Kitai, The Jews, The Turks and other inustranie chilaviaks. I was travelling all over Uzbekistan using various mode of transport without much problems and did not face a lot of trouble dealings with the people and authorities.
I miss my prepadavatselna, Yvgeynia Nikolaiva who had taught me Russian in a very simple and easy approach. I learn fast and understand the predlajennia by hard.
Ochin xarasho gaspadina Yvgenynia, ya ne znayu kagda vasha ya magu smatrit sledushi rass.
Waxpyl Pewavar – I have no Russian cyllyric in my computer