I left Tbilisi and set up the new wheels of Kogadonga in Azerbajan. The natural border is a river and when you get to Azerbaján you think you are some years behind. 30 approx. Civil officers wearing a kind of paella pan hat and weary uniforms outside those metallic containers, customs. Military men with a beard, not neat though, they could be my children, asking me why I have come to Armenia.
