Here is my house. Safarli E.

Does the city remember the people who have lived in it all their lives?

every day walked along its streets, inhaled its breeze, dust and smoke, fought for his world and integrity, lower their beloved people into its land and We met a new generation with hugs.

I know that all persons cannot be remembered that people look like a quick and endless course of the river. But I believe that the city remembers those who love him, who serves him a deed - they leave their prints here.