My father was one of the most influential people in my life. He was always my close friend and understood me better than among family members. Unfortunately, when we decided to move to Baku, my father stayed in Bratsk. It wasn't an easy experience, however we constantly kept in touch and stayed close to each other. He even has planned to visit me on my birthday, which made me over the moon. Unfortunately, he died 23 days before my birthday in 2020.I was born in the wilderness of Eastern Siberia, in a small town called Bratsk in Russia, however I am originally from the North Caucasus - Azerbaijan. Can you feel this parallel in one sentence the same as I do?
Living in Bratsk as a foreigner and craving for my origins has always haunted me. I had to move to Baku city with my mother when I was 16.
Quarantine opened up a new point of view for me, intangible until now. At that moment, I figured out that my father had been always trying to explain the mystics of Masalli to me all this time. He showed me the origins; giving me a chance to feel my native lands and people. That thought motivated me to get even closer to his relatives.