Neatral zone

Neutral zone, here happens nothing, even small birds don’t fly. Just old broken cars dare to stay here. They prefer to die in the haven, where there’re no borders. They looked like the people, who finished the surviving, when they had the happiest moments in their life.

My friend Aydn and I passed this cemetery of haven very fast with the song of John Lenon imagine. We imagined, there was no countries, no religion, no hell, nothing to kill or die for. We just lived for today. We imagined all the people sharing all the world. But both of us knew it was just an imagination.

And there was my first step in Azerbaijan on this time. Now for me passing the border is full of fears, and main reason of it is, I have Armenian stamp in my passport. Some people said to me, that they had very big problems with crossing the Azeri border, just because they had Armenian stamps in their passports. But as usual nothing goes as wrong as many people say. This situation neither was the exception also.

On the check point they just asked me some questions, like what I was doing in Armenia, where I’m going to stay in Azerbaijan and etc. They also said, that I shouldn’t worry about anything, because I had such a good Azeri friend next to me.

And both of as shouldn’t worry, how to get to Baku, because the long queue of taxi drivers were waiting us outside.

When I went out, I felt I was a celebrity and they were my fans, they stick us like the smallest fishes are sticking whales in the ocean.

But “the whales” decided to go by minibus. In the bus we are just six of us. Here is just one woman petting her beauty on a chair. She wears black shawl and smiles to me every time, when she looks at me. And when she smiles in front of me I always see three suns. They are shining from her golden teeth. Now in this minibus, because of one real and three mirage suns it’s getting very worm.

Sleeping.

Giorgi Rodionov