Dimash's Visions

Thousand of Miles

Part One

We're in the car. I have my cell phone in my hand, hoping to resume the signal so I can search for some news to understand that situation we saw. Finally, we are arriving at the inn and the signal returns. I start researching, but I can't find any news of UN shootings. I'm glad. Whatever we saw, it hasn't happened yet. On the other hand, we have no idea when what we saw will happen.

We had lunch and Dimash takes me around the inn and Big Almaty Lake, which is a reservoir on the mountain of the Zailiyskiy Alatau at an altitude of more than 2000 meters above sea level. The water is crystal clear, the air full of scents of fragrant herbs and you can feel the freshness of the snow-capped mountain peaks. The place is so beautiful that, for a time, I even forgot our visions. This contact with nature makes me feel such peace and I feel that Dimash feels the same way.

- Unfortunately, we cannot just go to New York and wait for whatever happens in these visions to happen. I have professional commitments and, in 3 days, we will have Nauryz. I always spend Nauryz with my family.

Nauryz. It is the first time that Dimash talks about Nauryz. I had completely forgotten. He will be with his family ... And me? I do not know. My situation is strange, actually. What would I do there? Certainly, Dimash will not need me. And I am just that: his interpreter. At least for all his family and friends. I think this is the most difficult part for me: we are so intimate when we are alone and we need to maintain the appearance of a professional relationship when we are with other people.

I won't think about it now. I am more concerned with our vision. When I get home, I want to research more about it. Those kids were armed, they were running away. Somewhere on the internet I must get some information that can help us.

We went back to the city. I arrive at my apartment and, after a shower, I go straight to my notebook to search for any clues that make our visions have any meaning.

UN, children, war. There is more news on the subject than I would like to read. The truth is that children are always the ones who suffer the most in times of war. The UN Security Council estimates 300,000 child soldiers spread across at least 86 countries. And there are many discussions on the subject at the UN and UNICEF. The only information that may help us is that there is a lot of work by these entities to reduce the presence of child soldiers in some regions and there is a possibility of agreement between some countries to eradicate this practice and hold the people who finance these wars to account. A meeting on the matter is expected to take place soon, but there is no date set. We will have to wait.

Part Two

I'm here at my house in the afternoon. I didn't see Dimash anymore after we went to Big Almaty Lake. He has been hanging out with friends and meeting with Kazakh musicians to set up new projects. Nothing where an interpreter is needed. I know he is happy, I feel it in my heart. I hear songs in my mind that I don't know, I think he's composing again.

A full-time interpreter. That's what Mukhtar called me. I think he's right. I haven't been working with my consultancies since I met Dimash. Of course, what I am living with Dimash is very special and helping him in the adventures we are living in is exciting. In addition, all the cases we uncovered have had a huge impact on the lives of thousands, millions of people. But do I make all that difference?

Sometimes I wonder if my complementary role is that exclusive. Are there no other dears that could have taken this place? Anyone who was born on the same day, who was at his concerts like me?

The truth is I'm melancholy. Staying away from him on this holiday when so many people meet and celebrate together made me a little sad.

Someone knocks on the door but I feel it's not Dimash. I am listening to Thousand of Miles, I do not believe that the neighbor will complain. I'm living in Kazakhstan and what bad luck is it that made me end up being next door to one of maybe ten people here in this country who doesn't like Dimash's music? I think about not opening it, but she keeps knocking on the door. Better open it and get it over with. What a boring woman, my God!