I wish I could have written everyday in this blog, as I had originally intended. But running from one end of town to the next, from meeting to meeting and trying to get that perfect shot before it disappeared mixed with a lack of internet and lack of sleep resulted in blog neglect.
It's rather disappointing because we've experienced so much. So forgive me for not writing in chronological order, but rather in my memories order-- however they decide to appear.
Three days ago, Timur, Anne and I set-off with Sergei, our driver on a 14-hour car ride to Turkestan. We stopped once for 3 hours to see the famous petroglyphs, a huge array of stone carvings made by prehistoric men on small mountains. The car ride was difficult--sitting our our butt for so long, but I have to admit I can neer get sick o watching those huge cumulus clouds drifting through the sky. We don't have those in L.A., it doesn't have enough trees and green to produce them.
The journey was worth it, and appropriately so because we arrived late that evening in 2nd Mecca, the holy capital of Kazakhstan, TURKESTAN.
We stayed at the best hotel, of the 3 in the town, which says very little. Just to give an example, for breakfast the next morning only 3 of 12 items on the menu were available. The waitress asked Sergei if he wanted milk for his coffee, he said yes and she said, "sorry we are out of milk." Then there's the plumbing and toilet problem, but that's an issue I've learned to accept in the outskirts of Almaty.
After breakfast we headed towards the "
Kozha Akhmed Yasaui Mausoleum". The mausoleum for the Sufi teacher and Turkic mystical poet was built by Timur the Lame, (who my Timur is named after,) back in the 1390s. When the workmen learned of Timur's death, they stopped working -- thus the front of the mausoleum has no tilework and still has wooden scaffolding in the masonry.
Inside we learned so much about the importance of Kozha Akhmed Yasaui. He was the teacher o many important figures like the poet Rumi, Mohammed and the leader of the Ottoman Empire in Turkey. Also the 1st Turkish bathouse came from there and is located right next to the Mausoleum. We got a VIP tour and experience because our wonderful guide flirted with one of the directors and got Anne and Timur a meeting with all of the board, where they told them about our project and they granted us access to shoot inside, (which is unheard of!)
One of the board members even became our guide, and would pull back the restrainers around the scupltures and antiques so we could go in and get a better close-up. He then invited us to a private Dkihr worship for the Sufis that evening.
Sufism is the mystic side of the muslim religion. It is a peaceful and beautiful side, all based on singing. The entire Dkihr was composed of chanting and sining with head movements. The music was enchanting and so powerful. They didn't try to covert us, they simply wanted to teach us about their religion. It was incrdibly inspiring.
Okay, ufortunately I can't write anymore. I am now running off to the natonal library in search of photographs and newspapers from the 1920s and 30s. (when the soviets first took over kazakhstan and the nomad period ended.)