THOSE BLACK TRUNKS OF MEMORIES

Baki/Baku, It’s been a while we had a chat. Been rather inconsistent with writing. I have my reasons (excuses). Few weeks ago the company ma...

It was over a casual conversation while sipping a drink at Fashion Café (Baku city center) that plans were made for a weekend trip to mud vo...

It is early February and after looking around ten apartments in two days, apartment number 3 on the list is picked as a suitable abode for t...

People don’t really get out of the place with magical wands in their hands and spells on their lips, they are not really wizards by the time...

Lunch hour at Perth office is a time for a short walk along Hay Street and a choice of various food types from among the hundreds of tiny, n...

If I wasn’t me, if it wasn’t the belief that I am who I am, if it wasn’t the physical presence of me in the mirror, a grown up almost thirty...

It is another of those evenings. It is dark outside, clouds hanging by since afternoon, just like that without blowing away and without pour...