By Vahid Gazi
On September 12, 1998, when opposition activists’ “Freedom!” chanting in the streets of Baku overwhelmed fearsome noises of the police, I was assuredly telling her that liberation nature of our soul has not broken, yet.
Knowing that main events will take place there, I had parked my car in front of the National Bank’s old building.
The crowd was like a sea wave; it was moving back and forth. We were getting into car during police stormed, and when a wave of protesters was moving forward we were taking photos from the tops of cars. Unfortunately, now I don’t have any of those photos, otherwise I would have posted them, which would be appropriate. Oxumağa davam et