Postlude

Enough time has passed since I left country in order to officially 'look back.' At the time, I thought I'd be an activist, a protestant, a something, just as soon as I left the country. I've dissapointed myself. I skim my weekly news briefs and I haven't held up a single sign protesting anything. Is this what happens to us all? We get connected to people, we live with them, help them, and care about them. Then distance gets in the way and we're lost. Now is the time when I can write about the current happenings without fear. I can read articles about Ogulsapar Muradova being killed, and Turkmenbashi's health being questioned. The freedoms, I suppose, are just easy to take advantage of. It seems so natural to have use of uncensored internet for instance. And feel like even if the government was listening in on my telephone conversations, they can do little about my insults. How does one prick themselves back to a second reality?