When I was in the children's shop a few other children have fairly indicated by the fact that their fathers have been in jail. As is usually proved this was only for one night, but still. I was able to omit something. The Noodledude makes me now point out that my children now, at least, can boast that her father has made it into the jail. I point out that we were not really in jail. We have slept in the courtyard in a VW bus and no door is shut and locked behind us rattling, than the gate. ND does not allow any concerns. What would have been if we had not insisted in the car to sleep ...
So then ringing the alarm clock in the morning also. I'm wide awake, while the LP apparently even in prison his sleep needs. We had set the alarm clock extra to not be in the morning torn by some thugs from sleep.
I bum a cigarette from a police officer, against the stomach growl. We have eaten nothing since yesterday morning because we wanted to take from us, despite none of the offered food.
soon as I got the cigarette lit, we are out already back in the building of the militia. The General or whoever, and the upper Papenheim is now arrived, and would again like to hear our story. There is still no translator. The Noodledude refuses to say anything at all and starts as the general of "tightening" to speak, we speak only of the German Embassy. That seems to suffice. Within half an hour, the 3 (!) Teachers from the School brought in to translate. This is the Noodledude just communicated in due time before his outburst. There's The translations in English or German, as we all do. While an apparently distraught woman collapses in the waiting room of the militia and crying like crazy, the exasperated general are our version of the last night in Russian for the record. The teachers seem to find the whole procedure also quite strange and also observe the stupidity of the top police officers. After we signed the paper then, I offer the translators, they go home. A correct decision. Although we had agreed to finally be able to go to Tajikistan, is the gate of the courtyard is not open. The presence of interpreters gives us security and I am sure they would not have been there, it would have been another excuse to stop us and ask for a "tight", or at least "parking fee" for the night in the prison yard. When the militia is also clear, finally, that the translators do not deviate from our side and they can not cash in with little fanfare, the gate is then finally around noon. 
The translators are we still brought home quickly, not without us the way to the right before crossing to dismissed. (Not only after this that night, we feel, what will solidify in the future, the brightest in Central Asia is not just the men ...)
We take the good spirits and in the certainty nothing can shake us to the last drop of diesel from the black market in Uzbek and Tajik border for hungry stomachs. With this certainty, then we pass the border. While all do the decent, we just drive across goal, so we have to pass before anyone else because no one else comes through. (Incidentally, a good trick on all Central Asian borders and perhaps elsewhere, simply stand the car so that the entire border traffic no longer passes, so it's faster and you do not get as easy a very thorough search of the car) At the border we will of course not mean that we $ 500 40SFR. have it and 50 €. We have exactly as much money as this on entry. Otherwise there can be severe penalties ... A Swiss couple behind us was not so aware and already there's trouble. The Uzbek customs rules about holding no credit cards and ATM machines ... We can not simply more money by leaving, as it have on entry. Logically, it is clear, you could be otherwise easy to Uzbekistan and continue to sell his mother on the black market! Against all our expectations, the customs officer is obliging. She gets our order for fairness to limits: it can be the Swiss customs declarations simply fill again with false information.
We offer the Swiss and a Russian doctor who translated for us, they take up to Khujand and I go on a little fun group by on a perfect road to the first "Welcome" sign for Turkey. 
In Tajikistan, everything changes. We are fully expecting to feel alone if only because the sign and because the Tajik border guards have been very well received, not unkindly.
The joy of holding exactly one hour to Khujand. We want to register (because the Tajik Embassy in Berlin has given us wrongly issued no tourists as private visas.) Where it turns out that my Tajik visa in contrast to the Noodledude no stamp of the Embassy and that we will soon be traveling to Dushanbe . (It must be mentioned that the road to Dushanbe to one of the worst of our trip and one out with a running time of 12-16 hours over two passes.-What are we up to that point yet do not know.)
We let the good mood (at least not spoil) and not to have a bath once invited together with the Swiss in the Syr Darya for then to eat. 
Thank you again for the first dish for 1.5 days! It was delicious and a nice evening. 
saturated and ready for the next few kilometers, we thus want to make their way to Dushanbe. Slowly we are moving out of town and ... will of course immediately be flagged by the police. We should hnterherfahren behind the police cars to watch. Probably one expects a big piggy bank, which is now can kill together. In between is still stopped on the open road and tried to drag us there, but schägt fail. When we arrive at the station is then the Noodledude already on 180 and immediately jumps out of the car and insulted the commander. We also demand an explanation as to why we are controlled. As soon think of anyone, talk to the commander of irgentwas taut and the two of us is too colorful. We are tired of police officers, one more stupid than the other, like little children trying again and again to beg for punishment. Then, when the commander, surrounded by the whole crowd starts something like this drivel, we had ran a red light on the laughs the Noodledude him only still heartily before his entire team and we get into the car and drive away. No one is following us. The good first impression of Tajikistan is gone.
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