The Story of Two Tales in One

Grado del Pico is a peaceful village tucked away in the Sierra de Ayllón. To the visitor, life seems to have stood still there. A place where nothing could ever have happened or ever would. In 2018, there is still no public telephone box, no mobile telephone range, no Internet, and no public transport to Madrid,…

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The Sad Story of the Adopted Daughter

This story dates back to the days of poverty and shame. There was once a family in Grado del Pico, and just as the nursery rhyme goes There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,who had so many children she didn’t know what to do, so does this story. The numerous children in…

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When Flame and Fire Ignited Football

The ethnic Azerbaijanis and Armenians had always managed to live shoulder to shoulder for decades despite the long standing conflict that has its roots in the events that ensued World War 1.  Banquets and not battles followed the friendly matches between FK Karabkh Stepanakert and FK Qarabag Agdan until the late 1980’s when the Soviet…

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Azeri Football – A history full of Flame and Fire

Football reached Azerbaijan at the beginning of the twentieth century when the oil industry began to flourish and many football loving foreigners settled in Baku, the country’s capital.  Since its very beginnings, Azeri football has beeen through flame and fire! In 1905 the first clubs bearing such names as Circle of football players of Surakhany, Friends…

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Bye, Bye Baku

Before I said goodbye to Baku, I was invited to give some workshops and talks at TISA – the renowned international school in Baku. Pupils of TISA, attentive and enthusiastic. With the rising sun, I hopped on the school bus with Asia and was soon in the staff room with a welcoming cup of coffee…

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Back To Baku

My short, but intense stay in Lahic came to an end all too soon.  On another hot morning, I sat with the staff of TISA outdoors on the terrace that offered splendid views of the boundless and timeless mountains.  The last hearty breakfast was served at a pleasantly slow pace, giving us the time to…

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Geography Book Memories

But I was not in Baku for a thousand and one nights. Upon arrival I actually only stayed for the one night.  The following two were spent in a campsite, nestling in the mountains, where I was taken, courtesey of TISA, the school I was to give a number of talks in about my recently…

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Baku – Here I Am!

Baku, a city of old and new.  This is what I was to discover to my delight when I finally arrived. Baku, where I was to be met in the early hours of the morning by my dear friend Asia.  Then, after a very brief greeting, she swept me off my feet and ushered  me…

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Baku – Here I Come – I Think!

Baku, I had arrived at last! After discovering on the very day of my departure that I really did need a visa in order to get into Azerbiajan; after a harrowing ten hour ordeal, battling with the Internet in order to get my “emergency” visa; after a twenty-four stopover in Budapest, unsure if I my…

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The Travellers’ Winter Tale

The few remaining old folk in Grado del Pico say that in the past the winters used to be harder and longer, and much crueler.  They sometimes speak in a complaining tone, reminiscing on those winters of long ago, wistful when they recall the tumbling snow flakes falling incessantly, day after day.  During those winter…

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