Kyrzbekistan: Part 18
***** Warning: Delicate Sensibilities WILL be OFFENDED. Early & Often *****************
I rubbed my eyes and took the last pull off the iced coffee, hitting the audible slurp suck sound that occurs when all the black magic is gone and I am only left with ice that is giving up its last remnants of the elixir as it melts. Ugh. Being from Seattle, we think coffee should flow through our veins. I would be good until afternoon prayer call, and then the wall would hit. The roller coaster of caffeine - my favorite ride, especially when Chaos Circus was in town and running.
Upon the wall behind Mama's computer was a wall of photos tacked to a cork board, the original 'Facebook'. Beach, beach, bikinis, bar-b-que, sailboats, a horse cart, a bunch of men in euro speedos, duck-lip selfies, air thrusted froo-froo drinks by girls that were probably paid to pose like that world over - Insta-ho's ~ meme that has been cultivated from what was 'Promoter Girl' from the 80's. It all looked very much like the board in the Usual Suspects - a beautiful chaos in disarray ... until you see the one thing that makes it all pull together from the fog of confusion.
......and there she was a talent show girl with a very familiar face. I pointed to the photo....
"Mama, tiy znaesh li Nadiry!?' Mama ~ you know Nadira ?!
'Ny, Koneshno, Ona raydum izvestnaya Ona pyiet.' But of course she is nearly famous around here. She is singer.