Monday, September 13, 2010

Watermelon/Tarbuj


To quote people across Tajikistan: "Are there tarbuj (watermelon) in America?"

To quote my mother: "There are watermelons in Tajikistan?"

To answer you all: 
Yes, yes there are.



There are watermelons in Latvia


There are more watermelons in Dushanbe

There is watermelon art...

...and art made from watermelons

There are balls painted like melons...

...and melons used like balls

Its a bit like being a modern-day hunter/gatherer


Hunt successful, the prizes are carried home

Refrigeration is very important

But sometimes you just can't wait

and the hunters eat their prey in the wild



Moalem presides at the carving


Nazira likes watermelon

Mari likes watermelon


Sometimes I feel like a harbuza in a pile of tarbuj


*To be followed with a rousing chorus of the watermelon song:

Just plant a watermelon on my grave and let the juice 
 seep through.
Just plant a watermelon on my grave, that's all I ask of you.

Now Southern fried chicken is mighty, mighty fine, 
but all I want is a watermelon vine.
So, plant a watermelon on my grave and let the juice, 
 seep through.


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