The bread? The guy sitting next to me had bags of homemade bread he was transporting to his village. At one point he switched seats and left me in charge of bread stabilization (it was situated on top of a metal barrel and therefore under constant threat of cascading to the floor). Bread is not just a dietary staple in Azerbaijan, it skirts the realm of the sacred. Letting the sacred bakery product touch the floor would be a little like using it to clean my rim. An exaggeration? Perhaps, but only a slight one.
|Is it me or does the guy on the far left look as if he's losing an argument with the voices in his head?|
|Is this not a fine example of the quintessential 'shit-eating' grin?|