This is the first post of our adventures in the middle eastern nation of Azerbaijan. Counting down the days until we arrive in-country, I was going to do something cool in the title like, “Day One minus 12...” we were (are) holding airline tickets to arrive in Baku, Azerbaijan on October 19, 2010. That title, of course, is reliant upon the fact that we do indeed arrive on October 19. However, that fact has now become history, so I had to go with the other cool title that now sits atop this post.
My Beloved and I have been planning a move out of the country for some time now. We have done our research, made contacts, we have sacrificed and saved and made arrangements for this move. I resigned my job at the end of September and we’ve been renting a house in anticipation of leaving on this date.
So two months ago we purchased airline tickets to AZ, departing out of Orlando, Florida. The plan was to take one last road trip with the kids, A & B, to Florida and spend time with them as well as Beloved’s parents before exiting the country. Kid B secured time off from his work and the plan was set in motion. (Kid A couldn’t get quite as much time off and will be flying down to join us) After a joyous farewell they would drive back to The Hometown and we would jump on the 747 and send them an email when we arrive.
That was the plan, the rest of the story goes like this.
Wednesday morning, Oct 6, our last day in The Hometown. I awoke to a text from The Coffeeman, a partner in our still-forming business, Sha Asari. The text says, “call me when you’ve read the email from England.” England is the gentleman that runs The School. The School was to be our first employer over there, trading instruction of English for learning the Azerbaijani language. Their tested and true method of entrance into the country was to arrive in Baku, purchase a 30-day tourist visa then work out the details to acquire a one-year work-permit and visa.
This plan, it seems, is no longer viable.
The email from England stated that one of their recently arrived instructors--going through this exact method--had been denied application for the one-year visa and was going to have to leave the country while this was all being sorted out. The email also stated that England was “concerned” that our entrance into the country was now impossible, for the time being anyway, and that we should “consider” postponing our travel plans for a couple months to see how it all washes out.
I was unable to speak to The Coffeeman, he was taking his kids to school. I called another dear friend, The Connector, a 15 year veteran of Azerbaijan, and though now a resident of the USA he is still a frequent visitor to the nation, and I forwarded to him England's email.
The Connector read the email with interest and knowingly uttered, “yeah, I thought they might get to this point...” It seems that the Department of Foreign Affairs and the Office of Immigration have been fighting over who will get to do what job, and in a massive power struggle have made things difficult on a lot of folks that would like to come visit their dear country.
The Connector's other insight was the use of England's words, "consider," and "concerned." "I've seen England and his wife boldly walk into things that would make others run away screaming, so if he says he's concerned, you better take that as a huge red flag, and my opinion would be that you postpone your departure for a couple months to see how this all shakes out."
When I eventually spoke to the Coffeeman, his opinion was the same.
So, that is what we're going to do, we will wait a couple months. It's not what we wanted to do, but we will make some research into what's going on and we will get there eventually.
Welcome to Azerbaijan, just not yet.
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