No sense of humus.

Today I got a lift to work with my head and her husband. I surprised her by asking if she had gone to work on Saturday. Yes more subudnik, apparently people were sorting out the playground, but you could not tell anyone had done anything. However, why wasn't I asked was floating through my head. However, I still headed to the rows of apple trees with a sense of optimism that someone would have magically restored all the wood to the ditch it had been taken out of. Here miracles like that happen, it was the same in Senegal, go home at the end of the day, come back next day, in theory no one has been at work, but tons has been done.   HOwever, in this tons had been undone. Despite very politely telling my head that one row of hugel kultur had been destroyed, now the second one has been.  I know it might seem silly, but I just feel despair.  We can speak English together but are not speaking the same language.


I think my colleague is having the same problem, she is still off sick from stress, but here that is such an alien concept that it just does not compute.  Howevers as a result of the ever flowing emails between her and our liaison person I am learning more about what one should do here if ill. Judging by the amount of alchohol consumed it seems unlikely that people do not suffer from stress here, but they do seem to be much better at coping with little planning and things being just thrown at them.  The liaison person said here people know that classes can be cancelled unexpectedly and they do not know why, so for them that does not become a health issue, but if they cost as much as we do to employ perhaps they would think differently too.

A mysterious wodge of bags have appeared in the building I am occupying, and mattresses and an ironing board.  I am wondering.  Hopefully will find out soonish.

Not actually feeling very well at present, too many trips to Bishkek, trying to sort out the hugelkultur then disappointment over its destruction, adapting to new glasses and trying to get lots of paper work sorted means I have been pushing my body a bit further than it can cope with.  Normal stuff for lots of people at the end of term.  At least I know timetables will be thrown out of the window as staff try and get the children ready for the fundraising concert.

However two good things, I am now getting loads of emails from head office, they are in Russian, but with the automatic translate as least I have an idea of what is being discussed which is much nicer. Tonight at dinner I thought I had been given everything I was due to have (I am given a scaled down version of the guests meals) so had tucked into the bread and jam only to be given two little apple pies and given my mania for them using apple in cooking have had to eat them. I might have lost weight when I first got here, but definitely putting it back on today.