Travel to Baku – The City of One Thousand and One Nights Legend- Last part

 Elshad showed me his room before this lamb is torn into pieces by the heroes of the kitchen and is placed on the dining table.  It was unbelievable, but the building where his room was located in it; was a two- storey building that was built of wood, it was not used even a nail in its building. I didn`t realize there was a shortage of nail or the carpenters had done such a work for showing themselves fantastic! A collection of various antique instruments were also gathered here. I called Gatto and his wife to visit there. We went and when saw swords on the table, a sense of brutality caused us to war together, in the childhood we didn`t allow doing this dangerous play but now away from our  parents `eyes we could  play a lot and relieve our childhood complex.

Of course Gatto had glasses and probability that the tip of my sword falls into his eyes was low. His wife was also careful, lest I don`t hit on his head with the sword. But I should be more careful therefore I also got a shield. I took a big sword, I have seen as it only in" Top Ghapy" museum in Turkey that was the original sword of Hazrat Ali.  

Gatto that probably thought he is an Italian nobleman took an elegant sword and we start fighting, But Gatto has a bag and he couldn`t fight easily and this was a golden opportunity for me to win. I started to bring down the sword from the left and right on his head … Then I felt that I am from Osman Sultan Muhammad`s troops that I`m destroying Italian infidels army. So when Marina – his wife – wanted us to pause a moment to take our photos I cried ….No.... I must kill this infidel....

It was a beautiful night and our legend of one Thousand and one nights finished very well and new days..., once again....

Everybody had worn formal dress in the morning; of course fortunately our western friends had been realized that the eastern are more sensitive to this kind of official dress... So they weren`t with sport and floral-shirts, shorts and sandals, and we all gathered   in the hotel  lobby as ambassadors of our country neat and tidy, and after taking  memorial photos we went to the exhibition and then to the venue of closing ceremony. There were crowds and more than of people there were cameras and microphones. Mr. Minister that was a very lovely man also presented.  This Mr. Minister that was done rules of the hosting in the best, named Aydin. They called him teacher Aydin, he was dancing with guests and going along with them, he had a fine personality and everybody loved him, Some of the attendees spoke, The most interesting part of ceremony was that they gave us a piece of valuable and exquisite carpet with ID, appreciations and many gifts that all guests became happy. Aydin teacher embraced me and said that his mother was born in" Khoy" and one of his relatives has buried in "Tehran" and a feeling of affinity and nostalgia was created between us and our eyes were filled.

Zelatovsky, Peter and about many of guests spoke in the ceremony, but I tried not to speak. However, I had spoken between lots of people in Zemun opening ceremony just two months ago, but here I didn`t have such a sense and feeling and  with yearning of speaking I returned to Tabriz.

It was very cold at night. We sat in an open area; live music was performed. we made some practical and caricature jokes with each other and took several photos and then dinner, entertainment, types of music, Azeri dances and then Bayram`s restaurant, tea and walnut jam……I wished some of my heavy weight friends were also here!  

The program was extremely regular. Guests` names had been written on every table and types of food were served once every 10 minutes. When Italian singer was singing, Gatto was excited and when France singer was singing we stared to Bernard`s face to see his reaction even when two Japanese singers sang, I deliberately stared to faces of two Japanese guests. They were in corner of the hall and two tables away. Perhaps they were Korean or like "Asghar" that we called him "Asghar Ching" had another nationality. Suddenly Japanese guest looked at me and by pointing of my thumb; I made him understand that I knew this song belongs to you and he showed me the same thumb pointing, meaning that "yes … It is our music". Of course, in Tabriz, we show this kind of pointing of thumb when we quarrel and insult each other. But really Azeri music was something else. All nationalities could gambol with Azeri music.

The last day we visited the museum of fine arts. I knew some ones there. But I became familiar with one of their dignity and experienced artists. He said when I came to Tabriz, I promised to myself to fall on soil of Tabriz and kiss it .but when I arrived in Tabriz I saw, people look at me, I `m embarrassed, so I bent the side of an alley and kissed the wall furtively. When he defined this memoir, my eyes were filled.

The guests went to Bayram`s home. I was his guest with my father and family last year in Norooz. I was separated from the group to go shopping .Samoray took me to" Sadrak" shopping center. There were a lot of cheap goods but you must search carefully to find high quality goods. There were tens large nested markets. Finally I shopped a lot. This was a strange behavior for others but we love shopping especially in foreign countries. If we don`t buy souvenirs, it seems that we have made a great insult.  Buying souvenirs means that I kept you in my mind.

I took a taxi and wanted the driver to drive around Baku. He went round the alley and back alleys of Baku. I went to caravanserai at night and I got along with guests....., jugglery, snake charmer, grilled pieces, tea, cherry and   pomegranate jam….. I learned to drink tea with jam.

Minister came to our table. After speaking of the guests, I also admired the design and planning of the program and on artists side I told that we leave here with good memories. Night finished…

The legend of one thousand and one nights was all and the pond, the stone walls of caravanserai and the red fish are witness that I was grateful,… happy and thankful for the care of our host.

Guests from around the world could be gathered under one roof and respect the rights of each other, laugh one another. They didn`t damage each other's beliefs and convictions and didn`t occupy each other`s seat. What was good if this experience was being used in whole universe!

I found many friends, ....Khosrow, Samoray, Customs generals… Bayram accompanied me to the airport and until last moment was careful something doesn`t offend me. I bowed to him of indoors and from afar and showed my respect for his friendship and brotherhood.

This time, Bayram`s eyes were filled…..

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