« I turn on the music, close my eyes, and I find myself on the streets of warm Baku. Every corner, every path comes to life in my memory... the trees, the fountains... People rushing about their business. I can feel the breeze, the scents, even the warmth of the sun. How brightly the sun shines and how gently the wind tousles my hair. The old city... These narrow, cobblestoned streets, residents going about their lives, and I wander slowly as if time has stood still. I long to return and experience everything again. To step into a street café, order some tea, and leisurely chat while sipping the hot, robust drink.
As the sun sets beyond the horizon, Baku is bathed in a magical light. The gentle warmth of the summer breeze surrounds me, and everything feels so bright. It’s indescribable in words; it lingers deep in my heart. You might ask what's so special because beautiful places can be found in any city. But I would reply, no, there's something about the people, something in the air... it pulls the soul back time and again to relive every sight as if for the first time. I remember every street, I remember the sun’s warmth, I remember the touch of the wind, the rumble of thunder, and the drops of rain...
And now I’m at the airport, needing to return, and traitorous tears flow, betraying my sorrow. I don’t want to leave this beloved city of mine. The plane picks up speed, lifts off the ground, and far below I see all the streets, all the people – it’s my beloved city of Baku. These treacherous tears remind me of the days I've lived here. I will come back; I will return to you, my cherished city – the city of winds, the city of lights! »
For me, Baku will primarily be remembered as a city of enormous open spaces. It leaves you dizzy; you look up and immediately feel the urge to grab onto some invisible support.
Three fantastic days where I can’t recall anything I didn’t like.
On the way from the airport, a local told me that there’s nothing to do in Baku during winter. I'm glad he was wrong! The lack of tourists and milder temperatures definitely enhance the enjoyment of the getaway. »
As the sun sets beyond the horizon, Baku is bathed in a magical light. The gentle warmth of the summer breeze surrounds me, and everything feels so bright. It’s indescribable in words; it lingers deep in my heart. You might ask what's so special because beautiful places can be found in any city. But I would reply, no, there's something about the people, something in the air... it pulls the soul back time and again to relive every sight as if for the first time. I remember every street, I remember the sun’s warmth, I remember the touch of the wind, the rumble of thunder, and the drops of rain...
And now I’m at the airport, needing to return, and traitorous tears flow, betraying my sorrow. I don’t want to leave this beloved city of mine. The plane picks up speed, lifts off the ground, and far below I see all the streets, all the people – it’s my beloved city of Baku. These treacherous tears remind me of the days I've lived here. I will come back; I will return to you, my cherished city – the city of winds, the city of lights! »