The Port Said

There was one only bar down there in Dushanbe.

Bar, or nightclub or discotheque...I really don’t know how to name it.

The Port Said.

In the bar you could only find three things: vodka, juice (to go with the vodka) and Baltika, from one to nine.

Baltika was the beer, the Piva, and there were nine variants: more light, red, heavy, almost black and so on. I used to drink Baltika seven, sometimes Baltika four.

Vodka was sold by bottles: a bottle of vodka and one of juice together, and the use was to drink one shot of vodka followed by one of juice. Same same quantities. At the end of the bottle, you really don't think that was fair.

The lights were extremely low, or maybe half of the colored bulbs were just burned out. 

At the end of the room there was the dancing floor, with strobes not really in tune with the russian-farsi pop.

The lonely planet describes it as follows: One of the few night-clubs in Dushanbe. Most women in these clubs are prostitutes so solo female travelers should think twice about going alone.

I don't really remember prostitutes, but a lot of French twenty-years-old soldiers, lost in space, convinced to be in Afghanistan.

And I remember plastic bananas as decoration

And then, probably because of the vodka, I don't remember a lot more...