Daily Life In Turkmenbashy's Golden Age - Plot & Excerpts
I walked back across the street with her and picked up the receiver, which was lying next to the phone on Aman’s desk. He lounged in his chair, reading the paper. He ignored me as I stood next to him and talked on the phone to a woman named Bahar whom I’d never met.“Can you come to Ashgabat today?” she asked. “I need to talk to you.”“Of course,” I told her. “I’ll be there in an hour.”I couldn’t imagine what she wanted to talk to me about, but I wasn’t surprised that she didn’t want to tell me over the phone. People were often skittish about talking on the phone, since they assumed someone was listening.I took a marshrutka into the city and found Geldy hiding in some bushes behind the white marble Red Crescent building, smoking a cigarette. Bahar had asked him to come to the meeting, too. He had no idea why, but he wasn’t concerned. He was always getting yelled at for something; I think he was used to it.When Geldy finished his cigarette, we filed into Bahar’s immaculate office and stood in front of her desk with our hands in our pockets, looking at the ground, like high school students waiting to be disciplined by the vice principal.
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