Oh, the Irony

Every saturday afternoon, after work I end up sitting at Second Cup Cafe all by myself. Unintentionally, I do not plan it. It just happens that way. I drink either black tea medium size or americano small. I have my own place in the corner to sit and relax. Sometimes the music is horrible, sometimes pleasing. I wait, sometimes for my sister, sometimes for my friend. Sometimes they come, sometimes not. This place will turn into some kind of shrine for me. I can sit in one of yoga positions and pretend I`m a statue. May be I will do the things I never dared, may be I will walk up to that lonely man whose head is periodically popping out from behind his laptop and say hi. May be I will walk up to the two women talking louder than I can stand and tell them to mind manners. They are eager to look well-mannered! Speaking Russian is one if the rules. Oh, and ordering too much stuff. May be I will order something different. May be I will sit and describe what I am doing, sitting, watching, drinking coffee and typing. Oh! The irony!

Many years ago, I was a part of "young political leaders" conference or symposium or whatever. It was an international event and along with Azeri yes-doubt-future-to-be-leaders there were foreigners, but mostly from post-soviet countries. But there was one girl from Swedish green party. We took her sightseeing around Baku to show what proud-to-be-azeri-youth we were. She said she was adopted from Sri Lanka. We still envied her being from Sweden, secretly. Every post-soviet citizen thinks Scandinavia is heaven, you know. Or thought so. Right when we showed her the building of State Oil Company, she said she envied us. Seeing a confusion in our eyes, she said: "you know, you can meet an oil-prince, get married and become rich any time. I wish I could meet him now and stay here". And what do they teach at schools in there, Scandinavia? I don`t remember her name, just words. We were all 18. We laughed about it. Oh! The Irony!

By the way, among the-future-to-be`s there was an azeri guy who tried his luck with me. "You have beautiful eyes" he said, but "you drank wine with Georgian team!". His luck was gone. Oh! The Irony!