Since we gradually lodged ourselves in, a little cloud of suspicion under which I seem to enter this house had transformed into a something less obscure. There were two-tier metal bunk beds in each room what if not strongly confirmed my vague idea about fettered patients then gave a fancy of austere simplicity and army discipline. I guessed again about real nature of this project. In gentlemen’s disposal it occurred to be third floor. There was no anymore above us. Ladies apartments were on second floor. Twelve men must have shared three rooms. Azerbaijani boys as more experienced and most numerous only men’s team took care of us all. The task was to place each nationality in a particular order to reduce any tribal feelings as I could suppose, and set international team spirit. I spared myself entirely the trouble of this arrangement and let it be. There was loudly announced about arriving Georgians by the time. Their boys seized at once and held control as undivided unity over one room. All attempts to change a national proportion among them these guys met with only silent disagreement. This had been taking indeed a lot of time to settle all people as they wanted. I couldn’t more await the end of these accommodations. So I intruded without any welcome in one of rooms where I had seen an unoccupied bed, and would like to fall asleep.
Posted on: Sun, 17 Nov 2013 03:09:18 +0000