When I imagined expat (expatriate) life, I never thought the living conditions would be as they are. I had pictured hot, sweaty Africa, living in a tukul (mud hut with a thatched roof), and sleeping under mosquito netting. Our house in Tajikistan is far from that image.
Tag: Kulob
Farewell, Avaz
The irony of beginning the first post from the field on the topic of death is not lost on me. In some ways I embarked on an expat life as a form of rebirth.
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