I left Tashkent on a sunny afternoon:
…and landed in Almaty on a cloudy evening:
(The above picture is the stadium that I had seen when it was still under construction more than a half year ago.)
When I went out to get something to eat, it felt as if Almaty had not changed at all:
It felt as if this city that I liked so much was exactly the same as always.
But then disaster struck:
My favorite Georgian restaurant was gone!
The place where I had had chicken satsivi so many times, where I had scribbled words into my notebook so many hours. It was no more.
I had to find something else to eat, but I didn’t know what I wanted.
So I stumbled around Almaty until it was very dark:
And then I ate sushi by myself.