One other thing I’ve been meaning to write about, how water is used in abundance here. In the words of one of my classmates, they use water “like it’s going out of style”. And it’s true – the outside water faucet is often running, for no reason I can see (and if so, I usually turn it off, habit). Sometimes it’s running over a teapot of hot water, or a pot of compote, to cool them down. Othertimes it’s running over a watermelon or melon. Apparently Dushanbe has a lot of it, so I guess they might as well.
One day after church, in an attempt to maintain a Sunday Spirit I kept on my nice dress, all through lunch and everything. After lunch, Dilya and I were washing our hands in the outdoor sink. She splashed me a bit – Hey! I splashed her back. She splashed me a lot – I grapped a cupful of water and threatened her with it. As I was deliberating about whether or not to douse her with it, I all of a sudden felt a huge >>SPLASH<< all down the back of my dress! Dilya and I looked around astonished for Boboshka (would he really have the nerve…?) – no one in sight. Until Farzonka popped her head out of the bathroom window, grinning, with a bucket in hand. The fight was on, and all of my Sabbath good intentions were drowned with my dress, now sopping wet after a full on fight with Boboshka and Ulughbek gleefully joining in. The hose, buckets, bowls – it was all fair game, and none of us escaped it dry.
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