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Kadamzhay
... A little town sitting at the very bottleneck of the fertile Ferghana
valley, the crossing point of many roads and many borders. The place where
I grew up, where I went to school and all that nice stuff.
This
place has changed a lot. And even though I haven't been in Kadamzhay for
many years, sometimes, the scent of rain-wet sagebrush would hit me and
images of blood-red poppies would pop in my mind. "Phantom feelings,,"
- I'd tell myself. And it would feel sad. That world shall be no more.
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