Third week since submittion of documents is almost over. On Thursday while I was cooking some chicken kiev Miika called and hang up. I know that in our language that means come online I need you. I smsed him saying I'll come in a little while after I finish cooking. But he kept ringing me. I thought he didn't receive my sms. Suddenly it hit me that maybe he has some news. I ran to my computer and yes we got our first news :) Embassy in Baku has emailed his HR in UK and asked for employment confirmation. I started crying from happiness and excitement. That meant that the process began and they are actually working on my docs. When I didn't hear from them for so long I thought they lost my stuff or don't even look at them. We talked all day with Miika even looked at flights, discussed what we'll do when I get there. Of course this doesn't mean that it is a positive answer but it really gave us a hope for good news. We are crossing our fingers for the next week. I can't wait for this sunday to finish and the new week to begin.
On Saturday me and Fidan went to "the best club" in this city named Hezz. (btw hezz means pleasure in azerbaijani language) What can I say about the place. I think the decoration, design is very kitsch at the same time very show off just the way they like it here. The tickets are  usually not less than 50 manats (50 euros) but this time a Swedish DJ Mikael Weermets was supposed to perform there and they were promoting it for free. All you need to do is send a message to the organizer on facebook and your name would be added to the list. It was supposed to start at 10 pm. and we got pretty bored sitting at the bar almost alone. Apparently here if the event starts at 10 everyone considers coming only around 12. At 1 am this Mikael didn't show up yet so we decided to go home. On Sunday morning I read his tweets on his facebook fan page. He says something happened at the border and he has been waiting for his flight back home for 20 hours. I commented saying I'm sorry to whatever happened to him and wondering what policemen did to him at the border. Unfortunately he never replied so I'm really curious what the disgraceful police of this country did again. By the way after 9 pm the public transportation in this city is very rare and you are lucky if you find a bus. My mum explained this with the fact that there is almost no middle class here. All the rich people have their own cars, drivers, that very little middle class (I guesss young people mostly working in oil companies) either have their own cars or take taxis everywhere and the rest (which is a very big percentage) ... hmmm sadly no one cares about what they do...  Also this oil rich country can't afford putting lamp posts and after 6p.m. you walk in absolute darkness hoping a car with lights on will pass by. No one complains, no one cares! You can't really blame them, there is no one, nowhere to complain to.
Anyway let's wait for the next week...