Despite economic growth in Kazakhstan, more than 80 per cent of Kazakhstan's ethnic Germans have emigrated to Germany to date. Disappointing experiences of the migrants, along with other aspects of life in Germany, have been transmitted through transnational networks to ethnic Germans still living in Kazakhstan. Consequently, Germans in Kazakhstan today feel more alienated than ever from their 'historic homeland'. This book explores the interplay of those memories, social networks and state policies, which play a role in the 'construction' of a Kazakhstani German identity.

Despite economic growth in Kazakhstan, more than 80 per cent of Kazakhstan's ethnic Germans have emigrated to Germany to date. Disappointing experiences of the migrants, along with other aspects of life in Germany, have been transmitted through transnational networks to ethnic Germans still living in Kazakhstan. Consequently, Germans in Kazakhstan today feel more alienated than ever from their 'historic homeland'. This book explores the interplay of those memories, social networks and state policies, which play a role in the 'construction' of a Kazakhstani German identity.

This book is about the six lovely Samoyeds with whom I have shared my heart and my home over the last 27 years. Zara was my first Samoyed, she was a beautiful dog but very naughty She did an awful lot of damage to the house and to personal property. Not to mention the incident with the police. She should have put me off the breed altogether, but, fortunately, she did not. After Zara, there was Max, Tia, Siani, Tsar and Misty. This is their story. We now have only Tsar and Misty, we have just returned from our walk. The sun was shining and it was really warm. Tsar and my husband went round the fields at 90 miles an hour, Misty and myself walked at a much more leisurely pace. We ambled along, Misty stopped every few yards to sniff the ground, perhaps she had picked up the trail of a fox. I gazed at the luscious green grass in the fields around me, I saw the vast assortment of wild flowers and berries growing in the hedgerow and watched the various species of butterflies. It was peaceful and tranquil, the silence broken only by the whistling and chirping of the many varieties of birds. Just for a short while, at least, all seemed well with the world.