Frission Village: The village with two people ashore of the dead Aral sea

One fine autumn day, I quietly slipped out of the house without a word to anyone. My desti...

A sky full of restlessness on a Cold, Green Mongolian Mountain

I woke up early that morning, my excitement having granted me just two hours of sleep the...

The land of the kobiz: Tan arrives to the grey great steppes of Kazakhstan

When the flocks of beburn grass sway in the gentle wind, raising their half-eyed eyes and...

Tan's Stubborn Going...

Those days and the emotions they carried are etched deeply within my memory. Every morning...

Trailing Margarita: The cold of the north & lonely Tan

"Thank you very much, Mr. Batukhan!" I said, breaking free from the warm embrace of the jo...

Tan-Margo goes to Hatgal: Come on, Senor, come on...

I informed Margarita during breakfast that we would be going out for a bit. "Where are we...