First, if you don’t know much about the elections or election criticism in Kazakhstan, I highly recommend you google it, or in brief, read this article and this summary.
My puppy is paper trained, but due to where I live currently, I do not let her go outside alone. So, as I’m sure you can imagine, we go through an awful lot of newspaper. I promise, I totally promise that this has to do with Kazakhstan’s presidential elections, which are being held today. Just hang in there, the story is totally worth it.
Last week I hopped over the the local newspaper office in Zhanatas and met a fairly nice seeming guy who didn’t set my creep-meter off. So, the two of us began chatting amiably in Kazakh while I held my squirmy puppy Ioo in my arms.
“I need newspapers please,” I explained. “Old ones or misprinted ones. I’ll buy them.”
“Oh, no no,” he said. “You needn’t pay.” (I’m sure he said that because I am so darn charming in Kazakh!a girl can dream, right?)
“Here.” He proceed to pull three individual sheets of newspaper out of a stark doorless Soviet cabinet.
“Oh, no no no- I need many!” I emphasized the many by juggling my dog and drawing one hand out as far as I could from the wiggling pup.
Ioo- the miscreant in question
Comprehension flashed on his face, and he nodded. “Come outside, wait.”
I obligingly followed the man out to his car, where he retrieved a giant skeleton key, the sort you might imagine belonging to an old Victorian house, only way, way bigger. He gestured to the back of the building, and since my creepy meter still hadn’t gone off, I determined it was safe to follow.
At the back of the newspaper offices, there was a very short door. The man brusquely thrust the key into the lock, giving it a few expert jiggles, and the door swung inward and he ducked into the blackness. I figured I’d followed him this far, what the heck, right? And so I ducked to avoid seriously clunking my head, only to gracefully trip over the uneven floor and run smack into my newspaper man.
He laughed at me, taking me by the shoulders and righting my orientation, which had gone all kinds of wrong. My eyes adjusted slowly and I let out a small gasp.
Three, count em, three printing presses crowded the space, the air ripe with the smells of ink and chemicals. Two of them were clearly no longer in use – rusted antiquities from a time before this one. Even the one that was in use looked like something out of the 70s – it was painted that strange metal toaster sea foam green.
I at once bent to examine the relics, exclaiming at this and that, wishing I had a more technical vocabulary. I learned however that the newest was 30 years old – the rest were from before he’d worked here, and he had no idea how long they’d been sitting in this room, it’s walls blackened from ink and chemicals.
Seeing my interest, he promptly invited me to come to see the newspaper being printed next week. I accepted his offer, accompanied by a giant pile of newsprint, and promised to see him the next week.
So, what does this have to do with the Kazakhstani presidential elections? We’re almost there, hang on.
A few days ago I invited Chris (the sitemate) over for dinner. He came, we ate and talked- it was nice. We talked a little bit about the election, how it was being held, how the teachers (who are notorious for cheating on tests) were election proctors, and how there is no official ballot collecting process- the school is making it up as it goes along. As he was getting ready to leave I was replacing the puppy’s papers on the floor.
“Where did you get those papers?” Chris asked, his voice strange.
Ioo's opinion on the Kazakhstani elections (not mine! 😉 )
I of course, was obliged to tell him the aforementioned.
“Do you know what it says?”
“Of course not- it’s Russian.” The huge stack of newspapers, probably 40 pounds of them, were all printed the same, like little booklets. They read ‘ГЛВНЫЙ ВЫБОР СТРАНЫ!’ in all capital letters, clearly very important.
Chris explained what this meant.
It means ‘very important election papers.’ Or something like that.
And my dog, of course, continues to use them as she requires.
Oh, Kazakhstan.
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