June 2009
5 posts
Cherries in Əhmədabad, Objectivity in Tbilisi
Over the past two weeks I’ve had to say goodbye to Əhmədabad and Tbilisi. Not goodbye forever, I hope, but goodbye nevertheless. In Əhmədabad, I went to a wedding which ended in a medical emergency when the mother of the bride suddenly collapsed, was told that my Azeri had gotten worse, and was made to sign sashes and judge a cake contest at a graduation party. My best moments were...
Or perhaps they bound the slang name of the pub... →