What a cold day it was. Wind was blowing so hard and fast that it was scratching my cheeks. I could barely open my eyes. I wonder why the Kyrgyz people have those Asian looking, closed eyes, even when they look at you.
The wind must be blowing every second there. I was waiting for the truck to arrive. My cellphone rang. It was my grandma. I hung up and then started to move around to get a little bit warmer. Ah, here he is. Finally, I saw the headlights of the truck. It stopped right in front of me, and Uncle Enver came out of it. We entered the apartment and picked up all the boxes. They were all loaded into the truck. Uncle Enver:. A couple hours later, Uncle Enver woke me up and said:.
Our first stop was in Sofia. They spoke Russian, except a few words were different. From there we went to Skopje.
I was inside the truck, listening to their conversation, and I understood them because they were talking in Russian again, only changing the order of the words.
When I asked why, I saw him trying to not cry in front of me. So I never asked that question again. My uncle is a big guy with a light-brown beard. A huge guy, who has the strength of three men. How could a simple question affect him this much? We went from Albania to Montenegro and finally to Sarajevo. My uncle hit the breaks and said:. I looked around and saw small houses and buildings.
