We have recently met a British couple and they have become friends. He is the director of a humanitarian outreach to underprivileged kids and young adults, the building they operate out of is just around the corner from our home. We went for a visit this morning and got the whole tour. They work mostly with orphans and teach them real-world skills that they probably would not get the opportunity to get otherwise. Basic computer skills, email, word, excell and even a little Photoshop. English language training. Basic carpentry and tool usage for the boys and carpet weaving for the girls. I suppose the boys could elect to go to this training as well but N says it is always exclusively the girls.
The carpet weaving is the most fascinating room to us, these are traditional, hand-woven rugs. (Don’t say Persian Rug--these are Azerbaijan Rugs) They have four looms there, two are very large and two are a bit smaller. Each one has a rug in various stages of completion, and they are amazingly beautiful. I suppose the fact that they are completely assembled by hand makes them more beautiful to me. We purchase one, a small sampler.
At the end of the visit N invites us to join them for dinner that evening, which we do. The talk is about life in Ganja, family--they have a year-old daughter that is keeping L occupied, and food. The dinner is an Indian dish with pumpkin, green peppers and curry over rice, which I was not sure that I would like, but I really did. They had a sweet sauce/jelly made from figs that I used like a sweet-and-sour sauce, which sounds strange but tasted good.
No comments:
Post a Comment