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Erika Fatland takes the reader on a journey that is unknown to even the most seasoned globetrotter. The five former Soviet Republics' Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan, Tajikistan, Turkmenistan and Uzbekistan all became independent when the Soviet Union fell apart in 1991. How have these countries developed since then?
In the Kyrgyzstani villages Erika Fatland meets victims of the widely known tradition of bride snatching; she visits the huge and desolate Polygon in Kazakhstan where the Soviet Union tested explosions of nuclear bombs; she meets Chinese shrimp gatherers on the banks of the dried out Aral Sea and she witnesses the fall of a dictator. She travels incognito through Turkmenistan, a country that is closed to journalists. She meets exhausted human rights activists in Kazakhstan, survivors from the massacre in Osh in 2010, German Menonites that found paradise on the Kyrgyzstani plains 200 years ago. During her travels, she observes how ancient customs clash with gas production and she witnesses the underlying conflicts between ethnic Russians and the majority in a country that is slowly building its future in Nationalist colours.
In these countries, that used to be the furthest border of the Soviet Union, life follows another pace of time. Amidst the treasures of Samarkand and the bleakness of Soviet architecture, Erika Fatland moves with her openness towards the people and the landscapes around her. A rare and unforgettable travelogue.
490 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2014








p. 163: At each end of the field, a circle is drawn that is about a metre and a half deep and three metres across. (Uh, wouldn't that make it an oval?)
p. 186: The test site covers an area that is a little smaller than Wales. We could have driven for several days without crossing the whole site. (I think you could ride a child's tricycle across Wales in only a few hours.)
p. 187: Even though I know it is impossible to feel radiation, my entire body seemed to be fizzing and buzzing. (Oh, please.)
p. 205: Several factors helped to make Medeu the world’s best skating rink….sometimes the wind came down off the mountain and gave the skaters a tailwind all the way around the rink. (The author is from Norway. Does she really not understand the ring-like structure of a skating rink? Or does she fail to understand the basic nature of wind?)
p. 227: Even though Dushanbe lay at the eastern limit of the empire, on the border with China and Afghanistan, the Soviet authorities provided the city with its own opera and ballet. (This one's really egregious, as Dushanbe, the national capital of Tajikistan in which she apparently spent quite a lot of time, is actually on the western border, several hundred miles from China) Note: A reader named Isabel comments below that this appears to be an error by the translator and not the author.
p. 307: After a long winter at the Pamirsky Post, the Russians’ first military garrison in Pamir, Captain Serebrennekov, was fed up. In summer 1804, he wrote about his melancholy in his diary: “…we were all so tired of the vast, monotonous Pamir, which would be the ideal landscape for a pessimist, should he ever have need. In fact, I cannot think of a more fitting image of the most extreme melancholy than a pessimist reading Schopenhauer in the Pamir. It is a place without hope.”