An ordinary day, nothing to remember. A few problems with suppliers not delivering on time in spite of promises. A couple of payments still outstanding, even after three or four…
Tom CallaghanMay 16, 2022
The smell hits you first, so you know what lies ahead, even before you enter the room.
Tom CallaghanSeptember 15, 2020
‘My babulya’s been murdered.’ Not words you ever want to hear, especially when you’ve put your jacket on, decided to walk home though the park, anything to avoid wearing your…
Tom CallaghanAugust 25, 2020
Amateurs - An Akyl Borubaev story The squad room was empty, the only sound the whisper of dust gently settling on filing cabinets stuffed with unsolved cases.
Tom CallaghanAugust 18, 2020
After midnight in the Kulturny Bar, where I was upsetting the regulars and planning to get myself a gun. Of course, I already had one.
Tom CallaghanAugust 11, 2020
The message came in early one morning, the sun barely beginning to clamber over the mountains to the north-east of the city. The lockdown had taken all the taxis and…
Tom CallaghanAugust 4, 2020
Rather than another post about Bishkek’s bar scene, I thought a mini-story about Akyl Borubaev might pass a couple of moments. After all, that’s hopefully why people read this blog…
Tom CallaghanJuly 31, 2020