Written by the author Julia Raskevich
We walked along an autumn Baku street - high arches of entrances, stalls with feijoa and pomegranates, smoking men on stools in front of backgammon, clotheslines with linen between houses, evening yellow circles of lanterns. I knew that this was the wrong side, a rare Baku street in the center, where the houses had not yet been repaired, not tiled, not demolished. The side that came out ...
Being a passenger in a Georgian taxi is an adventure, akin to a roller coaster: scary, dramatic, exciting and, ultimately, for some unknown reason, everyone will survive. The Georgian taxi driver considers it a matter of honor and a sign of professionalism to do the following things at the same time: smoke with his left elbow out the window; ...
You're super cute! Shouts a dark-skinned pizza delivery man passing by on a moped. He has bright yellow sneakers and multi-colored dreadlocks. Warm, but smells like autumn. Mid September, although early August on the calendar. I walk through a residential area in the center ...