When I just finished interviewing Zubayda, Nargiza entered stealthily into the restaurant. Her light grey eyes enlightened her face.
Khiva’s high temperature leads me to a restaurant which is near to Islom Xo’ja minaret. Zubayda is sitting down in the corner of a long table, having dinner. She offers me a glass of water. She has got a dark and weather-beaten skin and she speaks in a flat uzbek, smoothly.