It’s June, and I’m not tired of being brave! Almost one year is gone here in Astana and I’m pleased to say that I survived the hardest winter I’ ve ever experienced in my life. Although the locals say that this past winter was quite mild and some of them -the younger generation -said that it was one from the rare winters that they saw so much snow. The temperature is so low and the wind so fierce that every drop of water is transformed to ice. The latter is the trickiest thing, because it’s impossible to make more than 10 steps and to avoid seeing the sky in a panoramic view.For the next winter, I will prepare myself better. I will buy some more t-shirts and summer clothes for the interior spaces. It’s boiling hot inside for a wool jumper – I was so foolish to buy so many. And the next thing and most important, I have to get shoes with embedded nails. Apart from the practical things for surviving in a new and tough place, speaking only in terms of weather, I have to say the locals-Kazakhs people- are the sweetest people I’ ve ever met. I have enough experience of foreign places and behaviours and I understand very well, the reasons of their attitude towards me : Firstly, the Kazakhs people want very much to open their borders to the Western countries and secondly, it’s always the same story : Our attitude towards other people is a reflective game.
Enjoy the following pictures showing Astana through seasons.
The river is totally covered by snow. See above and below it is the same exactly place.