Come back to the places where you have not beenfor a very long timevery exciting and interesting. So does my return to the village where I haven’t been since my
grandmother’s death.

The story is about a village of Fazil, which is situated a few kilometers from the city of Sheki, and affects the mind by the beauty of nature, mountain and forest views. At my childhood, I spent the whole summer here with my grandmother, and the village seemed to me like paradise.

Since the beginning of June, all the people, who departed during the year to the cities in different countries for work, gathered back to village and life in full swing. Every night the guys were playing football on the field, the so-called "Təpəbaşı", women gathering on the seets behind one’s gates and discussing various problems of everyday life, and the men were arguing about politics, football and earnings.

The most interesting event in the bustle of everyday life were a weddings, carried out by different customs and had a lot of dancing and fun.All the residents of the surrounding villages were invited to them, and also, in the village, weddings were a great chance for young people to find their soul mates.

Oh, those interesting 3 months, every year of my childhood...

Now, 5 years later, I'm back here. At first, not getting known because of the regrown hair and beard, I seemed to them being a tourist. And only after I introduce myself, and called the name of the deceased grandmother, I was recognized as  "their villager".

Luckyly, my visit to Fazilwas coincided a young guy’s ArmySend-off and the wedding, and I was able to watch the former villagers through the camera lens.

Then a pair of reportage shots was enough to get me caught up with disappointment by the  changes in the whole village life, and wedding celebration, and people. Less people dancing, there was almost no a carefree youth, and most of the songs were unfamiliar, not national. Like other things, the wedding also lost its beauty and simplicity.

After the wedding, I was walking around the village and think. My assumptions proved true: there was no one talking on the evening, and our football field overgrown with thorns.

The guys thought about the army and about the way by which dump into the city, and the girls were looking for profitable "urban" suitors.

Unhealthy ambition of my "childhood paradise" left of the precipitatein the soul for a long time.