my poor soul

I get to take a trip to Turkey so I just read the lonely planet book for it – now I am reading the one for Azerbaijan looking for finding hiking places – and in the north there are some really good ones and in the south is nice and tropical –They are nothing close to as complimentarily about Azerbaijan as they are about Turkey, which is understandable and justified, but what I would like to quote is what they wrote about the middle part of the country, which includes where I live – and about a drive that I have taken many times – they call it, and I quote – “A soul-destroying trip across the desolate central steppes from Baki” And here I though it was desolately beautiful.

Whenever a storm comes along – wind rain thunder and lightning – a strange thing happens – all order breaks down in my house – in a matter of minuets my family is replaced with a tribe of apes – they scream and jump and run through the house, its crazy - my brother starts a screaming chants at the top of his lungs, rain rain rain as he runs back and forth – my sister is hopping in the air - It is like they all go mad and then slowly, very slowly they calm down – remarkable – sometimes I wonder if is is a lack of stimulus – This storm is a nice one – the winds starts it all– at first just making twirling - speeding - stinging dust storms then when the rain arrived it brought with is the lightning and the thunder, the best part - No claps of thunder - it rumbles in this deep base voice– literally shaking the house – I counted as one sounded for a full minute.

I wrote a while back about the Jehovah’s Witness who was being hassled and given a hard time – I friend of mine who know here well said she was still preaching – when asked if she did not get a hard time from people she said no because they really did not know very much about it – well have know fear – that has been taken care of – the just ran a commercial on state television with her picture blasting her for being a Jehovah’s witness. Now that is love of the people, right?