Timur

On the 6th of July of 2025, my Kazakh friend Timur in the café was telling me about Interslavic, which he initially called "Medžuslovjansky."

Today is the 9th of July of 2025, a bit of a wet day for summer. At Tim Hortons café, I partied by myself by eating two Supreme Stack sandwiches at different times, an extravagant expense for me. I drank two Iced Coffees with oat milk and an Iced Classic Lemonade. I didn't have a Fruit Explosion Muffin. I saw Lyle the white man sitting at a different corner. On the 7th, I went to the "Clam Temple," the Roman Catholic church on St. Albans Road, for the 66th time this year. On the 6th, I met Timur the Kazakh, waiting for his "fiery Persian" girlfriend at Tim Hortons café. The first time that I saw him, I enquired: "Are you Japanese? Filipino? Chinese? Korean? I couldn't guess..." as he denied the sequence of guesses. He was "Kazakh," like my pizza delivery man friend Adil from years ago at Pizza Hut. Timur is a handsome man, part-Russian and speaks Russian, Kazakh, and heavily accented English. He was wearing green camouflage army shorts. We talked about a lot of things, including his interest in video games and the auxlang Interslavic.