Pigs in Space

This is a game of words. Here there are no pigs, and it feels like we were in space. Or on another planet. Also, it is a reference to Muppet show!

After living like we have lived for the past two years (Prague – Prague without Arnoul – Ashgabat – Paris without Arnoul), I am happy we are somewhere for a long term, and together. However, if I had been asked to choose our destination, I never would have chosen this one. There will be more in some other letters about all this, and Me, myself and I. Now I just write the first one from here to give you a big picture.

It is warm, it is sunny, it is rich. There is everything to buy, but not much to do.

Children are great (when they are not fighting and trying to pluck each other`s eyes out). They go to French – English kinder garden, and already speak fluently these two languages, plus mother-tongue, of course.

Our cat is 15, she has successfully survived Europe – Central Asia – Europe – Middle East trips.

My husband works more than ever (if it is possible to do more hours than he was already doing). Global crisis touched everybody, including us. 

I was a bit lost when I arrived. New city, again. New people, again. After three months here I found some interesting places, and some interesting people. After six months it will be better. In a couple of years, when it gets great, and I will know everything and everybody, I will have to leave. That’s ex-pats` life!

I still cannot tell if I like it here or not. Maybe I will know by the time I will be writing my second Doha letter to you.

Until then, love