Right now I am at the bazaar in Aral, it’s still hot though it’s nearly 6:00 pm. Paul does the shopping today so I sit and wait. Two kids have just come next to me and ask my name. Probably they have the advice from their teacher to speak English as often as possible. I start talking with them. A standard English conversation, but funny. Paul comes back with the first load of food. ” I’ll be back with the other stuff soon, it’s nearly half past and the stores are about to close. We will have to hurry to find a good place to sleep after we leave Aral.” I pack the stuff in our bike-bags and eat a banana. The kids leave and have time again to finish this blogpost. City’s give me a strange feeling the last weeks. It’s so crowded an hectic compared to our lifestyle. The traffic here is so loud and stressy and the air so smoky. Although the people are much more easy here than they are in Berlin the all-in-one picture looks like a anthill. Sometimes we are a piece of sugar on it, we are like a magnet for kids, like the Rattenfänger von Hamel. It’s nice to see how simple these kids can be satisfied, they don’t need no computer games or fancy stuff, they have enough on talking to a stranger once in a while. All smiling and laughing.
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