This is a story about two women, Innesa and Irena, mother and daughter were living alone in a small apartment in the center. I remember that when I visited their apartment, I had the feeling that time has stopped here, though there was no place for the present in this place, everything that caught my eye was old and dilapidated. Women give me some tea and we talked about the places, cultures and interests. We shared our thoughts about the war, the economy and politics in our countries, it was a warm and kind of "soviet" tea break. Irena told me they were living in a bigger appartment in microdistrict on the outskirts of the city till 2005, but she had to sell that apartment and move closer to the center to take care of her mother. Just 2 years earlier some doctors have spent inspection and diagnosed with cancer of the cranial area, because a few months before this small gimatoma on Innesa's head began to increase. After much discussion they renounced a hospital treatment because it was too expensive, while the doctors did not promise to improve significantly her condition. Irena has taken all the treatment and care on herself, learned all the necessary materials and began procedures, while not expecting any positive result at all. As a matter of fact she was keeping her mother alive since then, it was some kind of a miracle, as 3 years have passed after the diagnosis was claimed.
In 2009, almost 4 years after, I returned to Azerbaijan and tried to visit them again. To my surprise I've found their place with no problems, but to my deeper regret, I just met the neighbors who told that Inessa died one year after our first meeting. It was "predictable" as by that moment everyone knew she had cancer, symptoms of the disease were very noticeable. So, I was abble to get in contact only with Irena Grigorievna, we had a brief conversation and she asked to accompany her to the cemetery. So, we did, she was talking with her mother while cleaning her grave, I felt unbearable emptiness and sorrow.
