The bazaar means people can see each other visa-free, albeit with the usual airport-style checks when you cross the border. We head to a restaurant in the bazaar, and there Ilhom is with his family and his eldest teenage son, who, I learn, Ilhom named after me. “I wanted him to be like you,” he says. I feel incredibly honoured, but very sad too. All these years, I didn’t even know.
“It’s great, now we can see each other," I say, but what about coming to visit me in Uzbekistan, I ask? “Getting a visa is not that much of a problem… it only takes 10 days,” he says, glancing around. I sense he is worried that someone may be listening, so is trying to sound as upbeat as possible. |