Description

In poetic images, Angelika Sinn tells how Kyrgyzstan "catapults" her out of her familiar "worlds". But also unexpected encounters with locals, an almost kidnapping or an overnight stay in a guesthouse that turns out to be a brothel, let the reader share in their special experiences, which "the smell of wet felt" will also evoke at home.

reading sample

(We)....move into one of the yurts, which is covered with layers of colorfully patterned felt carpets, hang our utensils on the wooden scissor lattice that runs all around the inner wall, decorated with tassels made of green and red dyed wool. We will sleep on mats stacked on top of each other, under heavy blankets, above us the Tündük, the roof ring, a ring made of wood held together by cross braces, which not only serves as a smoke outlet, but is also a symbol for the family and at the same time is considered an opening to the world, to the heaven, to the universe.

Reviews:

She compiles her impressions of the people of the host country in small, partly poetic, partly ironic, partly even bizarre sketches. The book is a good introduction for anyone who wants to embark on a journey full of surprises into the celestial mountains of Central Asia (or perhaps even plans such a journey).”

-German-Kyrgyz Cultural Association e.V.