So last time I promised that I'll write
more about Kazakhstan and life on the grassland.
I've decided to
divide this topic into a few parts.
When I went to Kazakhstan I
was very stressed, because I knew little of this country and I have
never been there before.
For me Kazakhstan was always this country
with poverty, kolkhozes, grasslands and repatriated people. But
Kazakhstan is a very rich country, because it has a lot of natural
resources like hard coal, oil, natural gas and metals. This country
cultivates cereals and crops. Astana – the capital of Kazakhstan –
is a very specific city, because there is everything there! There are
churches, mosques, synagogues, orthodox
churches, pyramids, monuments, modern arts and even a zoo with a
white tiger, a nearly extinct species! Okay, maybe there isn't
everything there – in Astana animals do not exist outside of the
zoo.
I've been a few times in this city and I saw ONE dog! One dog at
10 pm on the outskirts of the city!
There aren't any mosquitos, flies
or other insects there because the city is sprayed with insecticides.
If
you want to eat dried fruits, go to Astana! If you want to eat the
best candies ever, go to Astana! If you want... anything, really,
go
to Astana! But if you want to see the real Kazakhstan, you
need to go on the grassland, to the people who are living there.
One
hour drive from Astana and I saw fewer beautiful buildings and more
insects and animals. I saw poverty, more and more with each
kilometre. I saw poorer houses and roads, I saw emptiness. I saw the
real Kazakhstan and then I fell in love with this country.
When I
went to the countryside I saw colourful houses, a lot of animals like
chickens, ducks, gooses and cows. COWS everywhere!
In this country
every morning cows are going on the grassland with a... cowherd? What
a funny word! A man who is like a shepherd but he has cows! And at 6
pm he sees the cows out and the cows come back to their houses all by
themselves!
They know which house is theirs and they go there. I know
that seems impossible but it's real!
The Kazakh food is
amazing, because everything is natural.
People are selling
watermelons, melons and other citruses on the road, much like
strawberries are sold in Poland.
And their taste is weird! People are
kind and they bring a lot of food for volunteers from their native
country.
One day they brought us 15 kilos of tomatoes and a few
litres of milk and cream. It means a lot to these people that young
people from Poland come to 'their' country to help and to spend time
with their grandchildren.
The Polish spirit is still alive there,
these people remember of their homeland.
They talk in Polish and sing
Polish patriotic songs. They are still waiting to return home.
In the next posts I'll show you some photos!