"We keep looking for the truth in the crowd," Mehdi whispered, "but the crowd only reflects what we want to see. The old men at the tea house don't know the way, and the poets have run out of rhymes."
"They say every street here has a secret," Noton said, his voice barely rising above the wind. "But none of them are talking tonight." Mehdi Sadiq Г— Noton KimdЙ™n
Noton didn't answer immediately. He looked up at the sky, where the moon was a thin silver blade. "Maybe we’ve been asking the wrong people. Maybe the answer isn't in a person or a place." "We keep looking for the truth in the
As the first light of dawn began to grey the horizon, they turned away from the tower. They didn't have the map yet, but they had the rhythm. And in the heart of Baku, that was always enough to start a new song. If you'd like, I can: He looked up at the sky, where the