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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: 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: 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: ‘TRAIN I RIDE …’

Buchara / Uzbekistan

..it feels so good to be on the road again…
– this wonderful country
– these warmhearted people
– to be on the way
– the impressions
– the encounters

…everything so precious.


POINT BLANK: PHSAR LEU MARKET

People at the Phsar Leu Market / Shihanoukville / Cambodia


POINT BLANK: TBLISSI / PEOPLE

 


POINT BLANK: LOW TIDE

“In high seas or in low seas
I’m gonna be your friend
He said, “I’m gonna be your friend”
And, baby, high tide or in low tide
I’ll be by your side”

(High Tide Or Low Tide, Bob Marley)

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POINT BLANK: FLOATING VILLAGE II

If you want to reach these floating villages, you just have to follow the Tonle Sap River from Phnom Penh upstream… .. no .. ..downstream … ..okay it really depends on dry and rainy season …

A special feature of the Tonle Sap River is that it changes its direction of flow during the rainy season.

Not only on the Tonle Sap Lake, but also on its tributaries you will find the floating villages.

During the rainy season, the water level can rise up to 6 meters in these rivers and flooding the large floodplain areas. Many villages on these rivers are then no longer accessible by land. But for that brings the flood nutrient mud on the rice fields and offers many species of fish a breeding ground.

 

Find here the first part of the Floating Village Story


POINT BLANK: CAMBODIAN SMILES

Just right back from Cambodia.

…but before I start to publish some stories about that stunning country, I want to say thank you to all cambodian people I’ve met.

Thank you for all the smiles you put on our faces and thanks for all the smiles you gave to us. You are wonderful!

 

 


POINT BLANK: 3rd ANNIVERSARY / WEBSIDE

Just in time for the 3rd anniversary of POINT BLANK on the 31st of March, I splashed out a website for me. 🙂

www.markus-mehring.com

The reason was that I could never provide an overview of my portfolio on requests. Voila … … problem solved!

At this point I would like to thank everyone for the great time, the fun we had, all the inspiration and the wonderful exchange.

..so, but now I’m going to party that!  😀

cheers, xoxo, Markus

 


POINT BLANK: VIETNAM / OUT IN THE STREETS

‘When that whistle blows
Girl, I’m down the street
I’m home, I’m out of my work clothes
When I’m out in the street
I walk the way I want to walk
When I’m out in the street
I talk the way I want to talk
When I’m out in the street…’

(Bruce Springsteen)