How happy is the
blameless vestal's lot!
The world
forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine
of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r
accepted, and each wish resign'd;
I recently came back from Baku and had a feeling that this poem applies to many people I know there. People with dreams, woke up one day to find out that their dreams are broken and they look around and see that what they believe in does not exist any more...
New things are happening in Baku, some good, some bad. There is a new beginning... Can we relearn to dream in Baku?
