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In Search Of Kazakhstan The Land That Disappeared Christopher Robbins

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In Search Of Kazakhstan The Land That Disappeared Christopher Robbins
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Publisher: Profile
File Extension: PDF
File size: 4.9 MB
Pages: 288
Author: Christopher Robbins
ISBN: 9781847653567, 1847653561
Language: English
Year: 2008

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In Search Of Kazakhstan The Land That Disappeared Christopher Robbins by Christopher Robbins 9781847653567, 1847653561 instant download after payment.

 A very ordinary man was seated beside me on the flight from London to Moscow, and when I look back and try to remember him I realize he was spectacular in his ordinariness. He had a round, podgy face with timid eyes, and balanced upon his almost bald pate was the sad construct of an artfully coiled combover. He wore a thin anorak of dull brown synthetic material, polyester trousers a shade lighter in colour, and a cream, short-sleeved, nylon shirt with a row of ballpoint pens in the breast pocket.

 The words of mumbled greeting as we sat down placed him as an American from the South. At first I took him to be an engineer on his way to Russia to ply his trade in some rust-bucket Soviet-era factory in need of Western know-how, but as the plastic dinner trays were placed before us and we made small talk it became apparent that my travelling companion was a man with a story.

 He had already flown that day from Atlanta, Georgia, but his home, he told me, was Little Rock, Arkansas. ‘I guess everybody knows that’s where Bill Clinton comes from,’ he said with a laugh. ‘Little Rock’s not a bad place – if your luck holds and the creek don’t rise.’ His luck, it soon became clear, had not held. The creek had risen. His wife had fallen ill, remained ill for a long while, and then died. The medical bills wiped him out. But it was the solitude of his grief, not the debts, which brought him to breaking-point. ‘Lord, I was lonesome.’

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