Baku to ze Fuuchaa

Well, the area where I work is one of the main intersections of the city and there is always something interesting going on. It seems like if there's not a big van parked there with people shouting communist (or fascist) slogans from a megaphone, then there's some kind of festival, or drumming going on. The other day, while walking by, I had to investigate.

Behind a big bush, was parked the Delorian! Can you believe it?! How cool is that?



"Loraine, you're my density. I mean...Destiny."