I am happy. It is finished! I have the visa of the Islamic Republic of Iran !!!
Josh takes another look at the Soviet general staff map. Only a few meters he stands next to me, already he is swallowed by the pale fog. We grin - no plan where we are!
That must have taken a while, as the friends then scratched their pictures in the terribly hard stone.
Where am I: In Azerbaijan, in Armenia or in Nagorno-Karabakh? That depends on the point of view ...