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POINT BLANK: FINDING TAISIJA’S GRAVE (# 2)

Finding Taisija’s and Mamadi’s grave. Part 2

Samarkand / Uzbekistan

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After we found the house of Alisher, the cousin who could help us to find the grave of Taisija and Mamadi, we got a warm welcome. Alisher was pretty surprised to see Victoria for the first time in thirty years. (hey, bro, would have you payed your phone bills, you would have known that a few days before, huh?)

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He lives with his two (!!!) wifes and three kids in this typically self-supply household. Fruits and vegtables they grow in their garden.. ..and tabac of course. I know this from my mom in law. She spends most time of the the year at her dacha and grow all the groceries she (we) need. A happy and peaceful life. (btw, this peaceful life and all her love to me was put to the test when one day I stood with a bag of tomatoes from the supermarket in the door. But we clarified that..  ..I am refraining from then ....or do not tell her and just hide it).

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There was a lot to tell. Sad stories, funny stories…  …and a lot of memories from former times. Many members of that families died already and many new kids where born who meanwhile are already parents. Stories of lifes that took place in different places, in different cultures, with many disappointments and many opportunities.

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And then we finish our journey to fulfill our wish and the request we have received, to put flowers on grandma Taisija’s and her husband Mamadi’s grave in Samarkand / Uzbekistan.

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POINT BLANK: FINDING TAISIJA’S GRAVE (# 1)

Finding Taisija’s and Mamadi’s grave.

Samarkand / Uzbekistan

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After WW2 the sister of my wife’s grandma, Taisija, married the Tajik called Mamadi and they moved to Samarkand. Over there they started a good running business by trading flowers and after a few years they became a quite wealthy and respected family. Mamadi died in 1991. Taisija in 2000.

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In May Victoria and me spent a wonderful time in Uzbekistan. My mother in law asked us to bring some flowers to their graves, if we have the chance to find it somewhere in Samarkand. So our seach began.

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The only thing we knew was the street were they lived and that the cementary suppose to be near that street and that Taisija is the only Russian on that uzbek cementary…  …meant a piece of cake to me. But it wasn’t. Indeed we found that place…  ..but it was huge (#01). Ooops. ..or in other words, we were looking for the needle in a haystack. – ‘Ask, and you will be helped!‘ like this saying means..  ..and we asked. Our pretty good idea was to look for eldery people who may have known them and know where the grave is.

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At the mortuary (!) we found a cock fight (..I would appreciate if you click here, but please come back to this story.. ..it’s good! Of course the cock fight story is also good.. ..but this story is more touching.. ..or human..  ..uuhh, you know what I mean..), but none who knew Taisija and Mamadi. But the gentlement on image #04 told us, that there is an other old russian woman living somewhere in this district… …’where?’…  ..’somewhere uphill’..

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Honestly, I must say that this helpfullness of these people was terrific and cordial…   …as we will see later in our little story. So we asked around for this russian lady..  ..and we found a family (#07) that showed us where she is living. And we were lucky. She (#08, #09) although did not know where the grave was, but knew where a cousin lives, who could help us. Okay, I have to confess, we knew about this cousin. Even had his mobile number. Even called him (but the mobile was switched of, as we learned later, because he refused to pay his bills). But I didn’t mentioned him at the beginning of this story because my little storytelling-for-dummies-guide says that good to conceal some details to keep the story more thrilling.

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Not only that the family that showed us the house of the russian lady, was a really big help to us .. … they even offered us (without being ask) to give us a lift to that place. Wow. Like I said, I love the people over there and I decided if ever an Uzbek will ask my in Germany about his cousins place.. ..sure…   ..I will give him a lift. Promised!

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So, we finaly got to that place where we will get help…  …and we knocked the door…

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to be continued

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POINT BLANK: GEORGIAN WINE

“Wine is one of the most civilized things in the world and one of the most natural things of the world that has been brought to the greatest perfection, and it offers a greater range for enjoyment and appreciation than, possibly, any other purely sensory thing.”
(Ernest Hemingway)

Here some impressions for a wine cellar in Tblissi / Georgia:

POINT BLANK: FRIDAY NOON

…nothing special…  ..just Friday noon in Buchara / Uzbekistan

POINT BLANK: DIANA AND JEVGEIJNI

“For millions of years flowers have been producing thorns. For millions of years sheep have been eating them all the same. And it’s not serious, trying to understand why flowers go to such trouble to produce thorns that are good for nothing? It’s not important, the war between the sheep and the flowers? It’s no more serious and more important than the numbers that fat red gentleman is adding up? Suppose I happen to know a unique flower, one that exists nowhere in the world except on my planet, one that a little sheep can wipe out in a single bite one morning, just like that, without even realizing what he’d doing – that isn’t important? If someone loves a flower of which just one example exists among all the millions and millions of stars, that’s enough to make him happy when he looks at the stars. He tells himself ‘My flower’s up there somewhere…’ But if the sheep eats the flower, then for him it’s as if, suddenly, all the stars went out. And that isn’t important?”
(Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince)

 

POINT BLANK: FASHION SHOOT

I was ask to do a fashion shoot for the new DRYKORN fall/winter collection 2019/20. Yes of course. With pleasure. To enter new territory…  …and the world of posing. But, hey, why these poses seems so familiar for me even here in Russia in ‘real life’…  🙂

POINT BLANK: BAYON / CAMBODIA

The Bayon is a richly decorated Khmer temple at Angkor in Cambodia. Built in the late 12th or early 13th century as the state temple of the Mahayana Buddhist King Jayavarman VII.

The Bayon’s most distinctive feature is the multitude of serene and smiling stone faces on the many towers which jut out from the upper terrace and cluster around its central peak.

(source: Wikipedia)

 

POINT BLANK: BEHIND BLUE EYES

Natasha, psychoanalyst, practices in Tver and Moscow/Russia, was always fascinated by portraits where features of a person captured on photos.

…and so we tried…  ..no concept, no rules…  …we just let go…  …and danced…

Natasha, thank you for that dance. 🙂

 

POINT BLANK: CAP FERRET

thank you for that wonderful day and the memories, my beloved wonderful wife, Victoria

 

POINT BLANK: COCK FIGHT

..on the search of a graveyard of some relatives we stumbled in this cockfight at a Samarkand cemetery….

POINT BLANK: …1 SQM.. ..AT THE WINDOW

Valeriya…  …at the window…  …just one wonderful square meter to play with light…

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“And I’ve missed your ginger hair
And the way you like to dress
Won’t you come on over
Stop making a fool out of me
Why don’t you come on over Valerie?”

(Amy Winehouse)

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If you want to see more images of Valeriya, click here.

POINT BLANK: FETE NATIONALE FRANCAISE

BASTILLE DAY, the national day of France, 14th of July

I had the pleasure to join the 14th of July in Arcachon/France this summer. It was nice to see how glad and full of joy the French people celebrated this day without any fanaticism.

But I’m always wondering, on such national days all over the world, why the military is at the center of interest at those parades. Why not the citizens? A parade of citizens presenting the country’s achievements, mentalities and cultural and culinary peculiarities. All that what made me feel so welcome in France. We had wonderful days. Merci!

Am I proud about my country? Of course….  …in the same way as I criticize the things that go wrong over here, in my country, my town, my street. BUT it was not my choice to born in this country, in this town. The fate just dropped me here…  …and so why not be proud of that what happened somewhere else…  …to enjoy other cultures and mentalities.

In Russia (where I have a residence) people consider me as an European.  …and that is a fact which makes me smile and where I agree with. Yes, I feel like a European..  ..a European who is curious about other continents.

 

 

POINT BLANK: KATE

That day I met Kate (Katya) the first time. She never did a photo session before. Our idea was to copy a drawing of my painter-friend Alekseij.

After the work was done she wanted more. “I love to see me on photos”  …wow. –  I’ve rarely met anyone who looked at their own photos with such natural joy. That was contagious ..  ..and so we continued the next hours. What a day.

Katya, thank you for all that joy. I’m looking forward to realize all the plans and ideas we had.

Катя, спасибо тебе за всю эту радость. Я с нетерпением жду реализации всех планов и идей, которые у нас были.

POINT BLANK: COME AS YOU ARE

ALEKSANDRA !!!

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