By Rosalind Piggot, KF10, Tajikistan
At 7 am the other morning, I was deafened by rhythmic Tajik dance tunes. After squirming around on my floor mattress to try to wake up fully, I opened the window. On the street 4 stories below, one young man was dressed in a suit holding flowers. Thirty odd neighbors were standing around watching, dancing as the songs blasted out.
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