Bad weather that is. Baku has still not sprung into spring, which sucks because I was expecting sunshine, bird-singing and all glory. Alas, wind and rain is all I get. My first day here we visited a children’s prison where they are staging plays about saying no to drugs. Now I am convinced that I need to adopt an Azerbaijani delinquent child – they are so sweet and cute, I wonder what crimes they could possibly have committed. Also I have been fed to almost deadly fullness for the last three days and going along with the ancient Azerbaijani tradition postulating that guests never pay for anything.
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