... 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.