Sunday, June 17, 2012

Home Sweet Home...and how to make perfect pancakes on an ancient gas stove...

Nothing like a WWII-era apartment that has seen little or no updating to be inspiration for  some creative redecorating.  With the help of friends and local PCV's, I used some lively print material (with traditional Azerbaijani paisley motif), which I have been able to drape over the most obvious of holes and unsightly flaws in the plaster of the kitchen--I was even able to use some colored duct-tape from the U.S.A. to decorate the exposed gas and water pipes.

But learning to adjust to the antique gas stove has been a challenge, as has been the recurring fluctuations in gas pressure.  In the late '60's and early '70's, I found it challenging to cook on the gas stove in our apartment in Munich.  But the even more antiqued stove I now use makes that one seem like the epitome of modernity.  And as in days of old, learning to make pancakes that are neither golden brown on the outside but raw on the inside, nor burnt on the outside but cooked through to the inside, has been an experiment in trial and error.  However, it has been great fun making them for Alex, et. al., and I think I might be (finally) getting the hang of cooking on a gas stove, or at least making pancakes on the gas stove.

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Friday, June 15, 2012

Tradition....Tradition....


Traditions….Traditions….

Living in Azerbaijan often reminds me of the musical "Fiddler on the Roof";  the role and importance of traditions are likewise very evident here, even among those of the younger generation for whom breaking with tradition might seem, on the one hand, desirable, but on the other, risky for maintaining family ties. 

And so it is that I have become aware of a common dilemma facing some young Azerbaijanis:  they fall in love!!  However, for some of these young people the decisions about their futures do not lie solely in their own hands.  I know several young couples who now must separate, because their parents have found different, more "suitable," mates for them—they cannot decide for themselves whom they should marry, it is decided by the parents.   Lucky is the young couple when the parents agree that the one they have chosen to love is also a suitable and agreeable choice for a marriage partner by the respective parents.  An engagement in fact is only really official when the respective parents meet, discuss, and decide that they will approve and allow an engagement to take place.  In this society going against your parents’ wishes, and certainly your parents’ decisions, could bring about a permanent rift—a disowning—and with that a forever tarnished reputation.  Of high value in Azerbaijan is the respect children, including adult children, show to their parents, and parents are likewise expected to make all important decisions for their adult children.  Unlike American families, where often parents begin training their children at an early age to make their own choices and eventually move out on their own, Azerbaijani children often follow the advice and decisions of their parents well into adulthood.  By tradition, a young married couple may even live in the home of the groom’s parents, so that the mother-in-law can show the new bride how to do things properly.  Some may not like this lack of freedom and lack of personal choice, but by tradition many Azerbaijanis do follow these societal norms.  For some modern-thinking Azerbaijanis these traditional ways can unfortunately lead to broken hearts; but alas, acceptance of tradition, even reluctant acceptance, is an important Azerbaijani value.   Moreover, unlike in America, where we might thumb our noses at what others think, here in Azerbaijan people are imbued with the notion that what others think of you—your reputation—is so very important, that one rarely risks the scoffing and scandal of breaking with tradition and going against the wishes of one’s parents.  However, Azerbaijan is also a country in transition, so the importance of some long-held traditions is weakening--at least for some Azerbaijanis.

It is not only in these arranged marriages where families decide what is best for an individual family member.  When I was making arrangements to move to my own apartment, the mother in my host family understood that it would be more convenient for me to live closer to my work; but she did not like the idea of me living on my own.  She told me, that if her house were closer to my work, she would ‘forbid’ me from moving to my own apartment, and that if I didn’t ‘obey’ she would call my daughter Christina in California and tell her to insist that I not move out on my own!  When I told Christina about this, she laughed, “Like as if I could have such influence and tell you what to do, Mom, eh?”  I replied, well here in Azerbaijan adult children do take care of and make decisions for their parents, but likewise, parents have final say over many important decisions in the lives of their adult children, too.  The American notion, “I’ll trust you to do what you feel is best,” is not the traditional family value espoused to here.

Lately, I have conducted sessions on American values and assumptions, based on writings from Gary Althen of the University of Iowa.  It is just as eye-opening for me as an American to realize why we Americans view things in certain ways—why for us individualism, independence, and freedom are so highly valued.   It is equally important and interesting to catch a glimpse of why, for much of the rest of the world, such typical American values carry less weight and less importance.  Whereas Americans believe in a can-do attitude and a desire to instill change, many others in the world take a fatalistic and complacent view of life—what will be, will be.

 Last week, we had a wonderful outing organized by a youth organization here in Mingachevir; now that the university semester is over, a crowded bus-ride full of young people into the mountains was in order, though at first it seemed it may not happen when the promised bus-driver slept in and didn’t show up; but after an hour of searching, a new bus driver was found.  Once we got started, we knew we were in for quite a ride...the mini-bus was over-packed and some of the guys sat in the aisle on the floor or on little crates, even a small park-bench was brought into the bus, but alas, some guys still had to stand the whole trip.  After an hour over rural mountain roads, we settled into a picnic shelter, barbequed kebabs of lamb and chicken as well as potatoes, onions, peppers and tomatoes.  It was great.  Also, there was an invigorating (very steep) hike to the ruins of an old fortress castle and a rousing game of mafia.  The whole day was funny and fun!

Over-crowded mini-bus

Will our bus fit under the road barrier?
Road to our destination
Picnic prep
Samovar tea

Kebab sandwich...tis good
Medieval fortress...now in ruins



Scaling the ramparts of the ruins


The mighty Caucasus with view to Russia





Skewered kababs for barbequing






Friday, June 1, 2012

Eurovision Song Contest...Light Your Fire...and the Winner is...


Eurovision Song Contest…Light Your Fire...and the winner is…..

Every year, the Eurovision Song Contest is broadcast by the European Broadcasting Union all over Europe.  Each country submits an original song to be performed by an artist or artists from the respective country.  A jury of specialists, like American Idol, rates the songs to be sent on to the Grand Finale, which then is voted on by viewers all over Europe, and as far away as Azerbaijan.  Each year the huge television production is held in the country of the previous year’s winner.  And so it was, with great pride after winning the 2011 Eurovision Song Contest, that Azerbaijan, known as the Land of Fire, hosted this year’s competition last weekend, with the theme and motto--Light Your Fire.  An elaborate new hall—the crystal hall palace in Baku—was built just for this event.  This Eurovision television spectacular was already a big event during the years that Bill and I lived in Germany in the 1960’s and 1970’s, and I remember well watching the shows every year to see which country would win—it brings pride and jubilation to the winning country, and after winning last year’s competition, throngs stormed the streets of Baku celebrating, as though they had just won the World Cup!

Because it must be shown during prime time in Europe, the semi-finals and the Grand Finale couldn’t start until midnight local time here in Azerbaijan.  But watch we must!  And so we had our own little PCV viewing party at the home of good friend of all Peace Corps Volunteers, Gulnaz.

Some chose to boycott the Song Contest in Azerbaijan, and others used the event to point out political issues that plague Azerbaijan’s reputation on the world stage.  Armenia, with a decades-long dispute over contested territory which they now occupy and on-going war with Azerbaijan, did not send an entry nor attend.  Other human rights organizations hoped to draw attention to the civil and human rights violations of a country known for imprisoning hundreds of journalists who oppose government policies and a country accused by others of corruption throughout many facets of society.  On international rankings of corruption and human rights violations, Azerbaijan scores poorly relative to the rest of the world, and especially relative to the rest of Europe.  Moreover, located in a strategically important part of the world, Azerbaijan reportedly thwarted numerous terrorists plots, which were designed to disrupt the Eurovision events.

But none of that seemed to dampen this year’s celebration which turned out to be quite a Baku party.  The city polished up its attractive and historic core, and put on the glitz and glamour that would rival any pop-culture show anywhere in the world.  And the winner—and host of next year’s competition…Sweden!  But I must admit, my favorites, the ones that I was rooting for, were—the pleasant German entry, the local favorite—Azerbaijan, the singing babushkas from Russia (came in 2nd place), and the fancy feet of the group from Malta…ah, well…

Have a view:


 Don't miss the singing Babuskas enticing everyone with "Party for Everybody":