Fifty hours after I left Tajikistan, I walked in the front door of my home, removing my shoes of course.
It was pleasant memories to tell of the gifts I was given as they were unpacked. Only two items broke, one a gift, the other a purchase, but glue should make things better.
I dressed as a Tajik man would dress for class today. I wore my long coat I purchased, a sash that was given to me at the school in Isfara, and a hat I recieved in Sarband.
Thank everyone for the memories, I will begin work soon on expanding the connections between my school and the Tajik friends I made.
Moses
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