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They arrived at five in the morning, by train. Despite the early hour, it was already very warm. Qarshi, not far from the border with Afghanistan, was the city they had chosen with their little working group after a year of thinking, meeting, praying and searching. They had big plans. Here they were, the two of them at the forefront, full of expectations about what life would be like in this city. Would they easily gain friends among the locals? Would God begin a great work in this city? If so, might they see the beginning of it? On the other hand, they also just felt completely exhausted. The atmosphere of the train was still in their system, and they had slept miserably. Naturally, they were also uncertain about the immediate future. Where would they sleep tonight? They had no idea. Would they be able to find a home soon? Had they done the right thing to leave behind the admittedly not overly comfortable but still reasonably stable life in the capital, Tashkent? Eric wondered where on earth he had taken Tamar. Sometimes a sudden flash of doubt struck him, for a short moment. They had nowhere in the world now to call home.
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