Karatau, Kazakhstan.
Black (Kara) Mountain (Tau) in the local Kazakhstan language.
My home from August, 1997, until June, 1999, where I served as a Peace Corps Voluteer teaching English and computers.
Karatau was the only place where I could sleep 8-10 hours each night.
I miss my Kazakh host family, the Orazimbetovs.
I miss my host mother’s beshbarmaq.
Thank you Karatau for leading me to the starting point of my destiny…