I am considering renaming the blog 'how Not to get into Turkmenistan'.
I applied for a visa this past month to visit my old friends and family . . . and was rejected. My boyfriend, with no ties to the country, was accepted.
Of course, with all that went on during my two years there--signing the anti-government petition, assaulting a soldier, being denounced to the KGB by my local boss--I suppose I should have known it was coming.
It's only sad to think I might never be let back in again.
