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Photos of Astana on a spring day

What’s amusing is a week ago I was writing about a country south of us that had just suffered a tragic revolution and it was barely touched by the world’s news media. Maybe because “Kyrgyzstan” is just too difficult to pronounce.  Let’s all try to pronounce  EYJAFJALLAJOKULL!  All together now!

Spring like weather brings out the best in people in a place as cold as Astana.  Some go out biking, others walk, young couples are out with their babies in strollers.  Heartwarming to see doting grandparents with the toddlers who have just learned to walk.  If it weren’t for the bad volcanic ash air that has rolled in after a week of exploding in Iceland, the Astana air would be great to breathe now.  Well, last weekend the air was good.  I’d hate to think what it is like to breathe in Europe, hopefully this volcanic thing will be capped soon, I need to make travel arrangements to go home to the U.S. in about a month for my Dad’s 80th birthday!!!

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Adil A’s Brave Grandfather Fought the Nazis

During the World War II a lot of people lost their lives in order to make us happy at the present. Huge number of young generation died in this terrible war. I want to tell you about my grandfather who became a hero of the World War II. My grandfather Zhassybayev Aben was born in 1925 in Kazakhstan, Kaskelen region, Politotdel village.

In 1943 he was sent to the Northern part of the Kazakhstani region, to serve for the national USSR army. A lot of young people were sent from the Almaty region to the northern part Petropavlovsk region. After passing three month army courses, they were allocated to serve in each part of the Soviet Union region. Grandfather’s rifle battalion was sent to the Ukraine to defeat German Nazis army. After successful resistance, they invaded into Europe via Warsaw, Sandomir, Kalish cities. All these cities were destroyed by German armies, but most of these were salvaged by the Soviet Red Army. Later my grandfather was honored for his bravery against invading enemy aggression to other countries, especially those which were located in the USSR.

In 1953 he came to Almaty city to study in a university where he passed an exam to the Kazakh National pedagogical university, in a major of Geography. During these years, education for my grandfather was a first place priority. In 1957 with great marks, he graduated. Later in 1957 he was appointed as a professor in a Kaskelen region, Zhetysu village local school. He had good authority among students, everyone respected him because of his punctuality, the way of his teaching and for being fair to everybody. In 1992 he was appointed as a director of the Zhetysu school. My father told me that he was calm, not only at school but even at home.

In a conclusion I want to say that I am very proud that I had such a wonderful Grandfather.

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Nariman’s family from Uralsk, Kazakhstan

My family lives in Uralsk, which is situated in the north-west part of Kazakhstan. It is the only city in Kazakhstan that is located in Europe. Thanks to it our football federation joined UEFA (the Union of European Football Association) in 2002. Almost all my relatives live in Uralsk, and few live here, in Almaty.

Unfortunately I do not know my grandparents from the mother side, because they died when my mother was a little girl, and we have only one old picture of my grandmother. It is the only thing that we have about my mother’s parents. It is sad that this picture is all that remains of them. I wish I knew more about them, but my mother has never told us anything about them.

My grandfather’s name is Fazil. He was born in 1910, in a city called Chingirlau, a small city, approximately 200 km from Uralsk. He participated in World War II, but he did not like to talk about it, so we do not know much of that period of his life. When I was a little boy, I used to visit them with my younger brother, and I very rarely talked to him, because last years of his life he had an illness, and he did not communicate much.

My grandmother’s name is Baiganim. She was born in 1913, and all her life she worked on the factory. The district they lived is called Zachagansk, about 10 km from the center of the city. Today we live in the same district, and almost all our closest relatives live there. My grandparents had 5 children. They are Nadya, Rakhim, Sveta, Khakim, Kasym. Khakim is my father.

My grandparents’ family is a typical family of that period in USSR. They had relatively many children, worked hard in order to feed children and themselves, did not have excess of money like all other millions of families all over the biggest country of the world. My father used to tell me a lot of stories from his childhood, when they live in small house with 2 rooms and 7 people in it. Even though it may seem sad story, my father’s voice always enthusiastic when he comes back to his young ages. I can see from him that they were happy. He used to tell me about fishing he spent all nights and days long, friends, soviet parties, about sisters and brothers. Also I remember the story when my grandparents received an apartment with 5 rooms after a long staying in a line. That summer day my daddy got full can of worms he used as bait. He planned to go to fish after a dinner with friends, and when he came home someone told him great news about new flat. It is funny how a young guy got disappointed because it meant that he had to miss fishing, because they had to move into new flat.

Even though I did not know much about my grandparents, even I hardly can recall their faces, I am truly grateful to them because they gave lives to my father and to my mother and all my relatives. They also sustained a great challenge of Soviet people in the World War II; together with millions of other people they liberate themselves and Europe. I respect them and wish my life was as much as useful and filled with meaning as my grandparents’ lives.

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