Central Asia

I went to Central Asia in my dream. I was still on the Chinese side of the border, but from the roof of the rolling bus on which I lay, flat on my stomach, I saw a sign post that read: To Kyrgyzstan. All around, there were bare, brown hills and unbelievably steep roads. My spirit soared. Then the airport, with a rectangular indoor pond.

So many languages: Sogdian, Dungan, Chagatai. Endless dreams.